âI thought you knew. When I first suggested you should ride with us, it just seemed the right thing to do, the neighborly thing to do. You had been a regular attender, we were neighbors, itâd save gas, be better for the environmentââ
âAre you saying that driving together is what the kidnapââ She shot a glance to the boys who happily devoured their meal while they forecasted who would win their next couch jump contest. âYou think thatâs why the man who came into my house said we were an item?â
He shrugged. âIâm afraid it mightâve contributed.â
She dropped her hands from her defensive stance and blinked several times as if digesting the idea. She took a step forward and accepted the plate of food while he poured them each a plastic cup of root beer. âIâm still not following. Why did you stop taking me to church all of a sudden? Is it because you knew this might happen?â
âNo, of course not.â He sighed, wishing he didnât need to explain himself. âLast week I overheard that new guyââ
âCarl.â
âYeah, the one youâve been dating. I heard him tell you he wanted to start giving you rides.â
Rachel cringed. âDating? We went on one date. And he did say that, but did you eavesdrop on the rest of the conversation?â
His jaw tensed at her tone. âI hardly call being in the lobby of the church with a coffee eavesdropping. Half of the people in the room likely heard. And, no, I didnât hear the rest of the conversation.â
She flushed. âJust because he asked me didnât mean Iâd automatically say yes.â
He held his hands out. âYouâre dating him, so I assumedââ
âAgain, not dating him. It was one dinner. And since when do you assume something like that? Iâm not trying to be rude, but Iâve never known you to do that.â She tilted her head, confusion creasing her forehead.
He pulled back. âIâve been told I donât always pick up on signals very well.â
âBy whom?â she pressed.
Every woman in his life flashed through his thoughts. That probably wouldnât be a helpful thing to say, though. âMy mom pointed out that two single people driving to church together would give the appearance of dating.â He waved a hand between them.
She pulled her chin back and curled her lip. âYou went to your mom about this?â Her tone belayed her disbelief.
âNo, I didnât go to my mom about this.â He mimicked her tone. âI happened to mention on one of our Sunday phone calls that I was car-pooling with my neighbor to church.â
She cocked her head and her eyes softened. âYou talk to your mom every Sunday?â
âStudies show it improves your health if you talk to your mom once a week. I have my theories about why, butââ
âOkay, but back up.â She shook her head. âFor the record, I like that you donât make assumptions. I really do. Before now I thought of you as a âwhat you see is what you getâ kind of guy. Youâve always been a straight shooter, at least with me. Itâs refreshing and why I said yes to car-pooling with you in the first place. So Iâm sure your mom meant well, but I donât see why that should change just because you overheardââ
The end of her sentence didnât register. She liked he was a straight shooter? It surprised him. No female had ever appreciated that about him. Why did she? Because she liked him or, rather, liked that he felt safe? It was ridiculous to think sheâd consider falling for a guy like him, a guy with a ready-made family.
His thoughts shifted to her wondering why things should change. Because Iâve never been so drawn to you before, thatâs why. I feel a jolt of attraction every time I look at you. He moved his focus to the bubbles on top of his soda