C11 CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Hello?” he asked, lifting a hand and waving it back and forth, clearly out of patience

The truth was, the more he pressed for an answer, the more she didn’t want to give an answer. “I . . . I don’t know.” She threw a hand into the air. “Why did you agree to have me come?”

He sputtered and stepped out of the truck. As he walked around the front to her door, she noted that the truck was older