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“I’d have to agree with you there,” I say, returning the golf cart to my garage.
She’s silent as we walk back outside, pulling the garage door shut behind us. I’m not ready for things to end just yet, so I hedge the topic of the hairpin, hoping to get a little something out of her.
“So, I noticed you had trouble with that turn back there,” I say casually.
“I just wasn’t used to the car,” she says, and there’s a note of finality to the statement.
I nod my head as we stand there in awkward silence.
“Well, this was fun—”
“Are you hungry? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I’m starved.”
I see the second that panic flares in her eyes and watch her mentally grasp for an excuse to not stay any longer.
“Thanks, but I really need to get back and check on my mom,” she says, and her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Part of me wants to call her out, but she very well may need to check on her mom, so I let it slide. Even though I love nothing more than to spend the day picking apart this woman in front of me, learning all the little things that make her tick.
That’s a new one for me. I’ve never paid much mind to women or wanted to spend time getting to know them. Cars have been such a huge part of my life that I haven’t really cared to venture out. But there’s something about Keaton that has piqued my interest, and I plan on figuring out what it is.
“Yeah, okay, I guess I’ll let you get back then,” I say, tucking my hands in my pockets.
“Yeah, thanks again. It was fun,” she smiles and turns to leave as my fingertips brush the edge of my phone, and I call out for her.
“Keaton, wait just a second.”
She turns slowly, and I can see the hesitation in her stance.
“What’s up?”
“Let me give you my number. That way you can reach me the next time you want to come out, and you won’t have to go through Rick again.”
She seems to think over it for a second before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone.
After unlocking it, she passes it to me, and I quickly enter my number and shoot off a quick text to myself.
“There,” I say, passing her phone back to her.
“Thanks,” she says before tucking the phone away in her back pocket, a blush tinging the apples of her cheeks.
“You can text me whenever,” I say, leaving the offer open-ended, not wanting her to think I expect too much out of her.
Slow and easy.
She nods. “Well, all right then, I guess I’d better head out.”
“All right,” I chuckle softly as she backs away and slides into the front seat, disappearing from my sight. Just like the other night, I watch her pull out of my drive and disappear into the distance, not moving until moments after she’s no longer in view.
I don’t know what I’m getting myself into here. Keaton is going to be tough to figure out, but surprisingly it’s something I’m looking forward to.
Chapter 20
I thought about Bodhi during my entire morning shift today, and his number in my phone was burning a hole in my pocket. I went back and forth for nearly an hour last night, unsure of whether I should text him and say thank you for allowing me to come race with him, or if that would make me seem over the top.
I decided not to in the long run, but that hasn’t stopped me from picking my phone up about a hundred times since then with the urge to text him at my fingertips.
I needed to just clear my head, so I came out to the beach behind our house and have been sitting here for close to an hour now, watching the sun creep closer and closer to the horizon.
