barely illuminated his handsome face and his short sandy brown hair that was carefully styled to look careless and natural. He had those classic boy-next-door good looks. Light brown hair streaked with yellow by the sun, big green eyes, sun-tanned skin. And at the meeting he had shown her that he could be nice. Considerate. Fair.
Part of her actually wished she could be honest and tell him that she didn’t want to get involved with him because he would leave her and any woman would miss a man like him when he was gone. But if she turned this into a personal discussion, she’d lose the opportunity to explain the very serious concerns she had about him jumping in to help only to disappear in a few weeks.
Using her most patient voice, she said, “Tanner, this town needs help, and these guys respect and like you enough that they’re willing to humble themselves and admit that they don’t know what their next steps should be. I’m afraid if they humble themselves too far, depend on you too much, they’ll lose the confidence it took them all spring to build. And when you’re gone I’ll be starting from scratch again. Cheerleading to make them believe they can do all this. But more than that, this isn’t like the big city where volunteers are a dime a dozen. If you start a hundred projects then leave in the middle of them, we could very well be stranded.”
Her last statement took them to the end of the lane, almost to the bottom step of his parents’ front porch. She jerked the gearshift into park, and faced him, because really that was the bottom line. Not just to his being on the committee, but to his being in her life. “To you this might be noble and sort of fun for the moment, but I’m the one who’s going to be left picking up the pieces or trying to hold everything together when you leave.”
“I won’t leave in the middle of something,” he said, capturing her gaze, looking like he was talking more about them personally, than the town or the committee and its problems. “And I won’t start something that I can’t finish.”
“Getting the funding for some of these projects will take years,” Bailey protested over the ripple of yearning that swept through her at his sincere voice, the honesty in his simple words. She genuinely believed he didn’t understand what he was dragging her or her poor town into. “You’re not going to hang around for years.”
“No,” he agreed, shaking his head to emphasize it. “But there are telephones and fax machines and even e-mail and instant messages. If you want to communicate with someone badly enough, you can.”
That made her laugh. “I’m about the only one in this town who has e-mail and even knows what an instant message is.”
“You’re the only one I care about.”
Her head shot up and she stared at him. Though he had hovered around the fine line between talking about the committee and talking about her, with that comment he crossed over. Fear nearly paralyzed her. No matter how cute he was, how sincere he sounded, how nice he was to the people on her committee, or even how much she wanted this, she absolutely, positively could not get involved with this man. He was leaving. She was staying. They were a disaster waiting to happen. She would not willfully put herself in a position of getting hurt. That would be insanity.
But before she could say anything, he said, “You know what I mean.” Then he grinned and yanked on the handle of the passenger side door. “As long as there is one person to contact, I can be in touch. This isn’t hard, Bailey. Don’t make it hard.”
With that he jumped out and slammed her car door. Bailey waited until he was inside the house before she put her gearshift into drive and bounced her way out of his parents’ lane, feeling oddly empty. But she had done the right thing. She knew she had done the right thing.
It wasn’t until she was at the door of her apartment that she realized he hadn’t made a move to kiss her. And he hadn’t actually flirted with her, either. Most of the time she thought he might have been talking about a relationship with her, he could have been talking about the committee. All he had really done was confuse her.
Or maybe she had confused herself. Since he hadn’t kissed her or tried, hadn’t asked her out or tried. Maybe she was only complimenting herself to think he joined the committee to be with her.
“Cora, I’m telling you it was the most confusing situation I’ve ever been in.”
“I don’t see how,” Cora Beth Johnson said, balancing her fist on her right hip as she stared at Bailey. Tall, thin, brown-eyed Cora had been Bailey’s best friend since grade school and now was her best employee. The two were supposed to be doing a late-Monday-night inventory before a salesman arrived Tuesday morning, but so far all Cora had done was stand and stare at Bailey.
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