seemed to think he was.
But even that knowledge didn’t take him back inside the house. No, he propped his feet back on the rail and continued watching Hope. If the way she kept sneaking looks back toward the house now and again was any indication, she was doing some of her own watching, too.
“I thought I saw you driving a green car yesterday.”
Hope whirled around at the voice behind her. She was waiting in the kitchen of the ranch house for her ride back to Weaver. By the time she’d shepherded the girls back to the big house, the shower guests had departed. That’s what she got for letting the little ones talk her into walking all over creation—and the Double-C had plenty of interesting places to explore.
Now, Tristan was looking at her with his incredible eyes, waiting for an answer and she wished, cowardly, that the children were still with her instead of their parents.
“Yes, I have a car,” she admitted. “But I rode out here with Dr. Rebecca.”
“And where is Dr. Rebecca now?”
Hope curled her fingers over the back of one of the chairs at the enormous oval table that sat in the center of the big kitchen. “She was called away on a house call.”
“So you need a ride home, then.”
“Jaimie is going to drive me.”
“Jaimie drives like a bat out of hell. I’ll take you.”
Hope’s stomach jolted. He was far more harmless when he was sleeping. When he was wide awake and watching her from beneath heavy lids, he was totally devastating. Totally daunting. Why would he offer to drive her? It wasn’t as if she was “of interest” to him. “Jaimie has already offered.”
“You really prefer to ride with the speed demon?”
Hope swallowed. “I—”
“Stop tormenting our guest,” Jaimie chided sailing into the kitchen and poking her brother-in-law in the back. “And I haven’t gotten a speeding ticket in months.”
“That’s ’cause your daughter calls the sheriff uncle,” Tris countered dryly. “I want to go by and see Drew Taggart anyway. There’s no point in all of us driving into town.”
Hope folded her hands together and wished she’d driven herself. But Jaimie looked her way, eyebrows lifting. And Hope forced herself to shrug as if it didn’t matter in the least how she got back home.
So she found herself sitting beside him in the close confines of his rental car as he drove along the gravel drive toward the main gate of his family’s ranch. With each vibrating turn of the tires, Hope felt herself growing more uncomfortable. She was wrinkled and sweaty and her unmanageable hair was working loose from its ordinarily tidy braid. He, on the other hand, made his faded jeans seem like a sinful sight; and she swore she could still smell the freshness of his shower on that golden skin.
She stared out the window and banished thoughts of Tristan and showers.
He hadn’t turned on the radio. It was just the two of them and the sound of the tires. And Hope felt more tongue-tied than she’d ever felt in her life.
Considering she’d spent most of her life tongue-tied, that was quite a feat.
“Would you like to grab some dinner?”
She turned and looked at him, her lips parting soundlessly.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
He wasn’t asking her for dinner. He couldn’t be. Why would he? He was only driving her home because he’d been going by to see Drew anyway. “I don’t…ah, no. Thank you.”
“Why?”
She stared fixedly out at the passing landscape. “Excuse me?”
“Why won’t you have dinner with me? We could grab a steak at Colbys.”
“Why?” She glanced at him long enough to see the corner of his lips deepen.
“That was my question.”
She folded her arms. She didn’t like being teased. “I have plans.”
“Big date?”
Her cheeks burned. “Is that so hard to believe?”
He smiled faintly. “Not at all.”
It ought to be, she thought silently. The last time Hope had been on a date, she’d still been in college. And she may have entertained thoughts of agreeing if Larry Pope asked her out again, but that occasion hadn’t actually occurred. “I have to wash my hair.”
He raised his eyebrows. “In other words, you’re not interested.”
“No,” she blurted. “I mean, I…I do have to wash my hair. Church is tomorrow.”
His smile widened wryly. “Naturally. It’s been a while since I’ve been thrown over for shampoo and conditioner.”
Hope closed her eyes and wished for the drive to be over.
When they finally entered the official outskirts of town, Hope started to tell him where she lived, but without any prompting at all, he drove straight to the cozy little house she rented across the street from the park and the high school.
“Sawyer told me,” he said, as he parked in her narrow driveway.
Hope shoved open the car door, just glad to be home and certainly not willing to wonder why Tristan and his brother had even discussed the whereabouts of her home, but Tristan caught her arm before she could escape. Her throat tightened and she looked over her shoulder at him. “I appreciate the ride.”
Because he couldn’t help himself, Tris looked into her eyes.
They were the purest violet he’d ever seen, so dark he could barely distinguish the pupil from the iris. And the whites were whiter than any white that had ever existed. Annoyance and amazement churned inside him. A few days’ dalliance with this girl-woman was out of the question. He knew it. So why did he ask her for dinner? And why did it bug him to his core that she’d refused? “Eyes as clear as yours just don’t exist,” he murmured.
Her eyebrows popped up. “Excuse me?”
“I’ll bet you’ve never had a hangover. Never crossed the street against the light. Never stayed up later than you should.”
Color suffused her cheeks. “I have been to college.”
“Sweet pea, compared to the places I’ve been, that doesn’t mean diddly.” His voice lowered. “Never had an impure thought.”
Her eyes flickered and she hurriedly climbed from the car. Her thick braid bounced in counterpoint to her hasty steps as she walked away from him.
Let her go.
He swallowed an oath along with the common sense that told him to leave well enough alone. He caught up to
