Me
Wow, word really does travel fast in a small town.
Wesley
Helps when you have a sister who doesn’t stop talking.
Me
Okay, rude. That’s my bestie you’re talking about!
But yeah…I actually could use the help. :)
You don’t mind?
Wesley
Not at all.
Me
Could we go later this week? We can stop by the thrift store in the morning and drop the items off at Lily’s after her morning rush?
Wesley
Sounds good to me.
Me
Always so chatty. :)
Wesley
Funny.
Me
:)
My fingers tappedthe tops of my bare thighs, right under where the skirt of my dress ended, as I sat in Wesley’s truck. We were on our way to Lily’s after stopping at Golden Finds, the local thrift store. We picked up the loveseat, a side table, and a few other decorations I’d spotted on my last visit. Layla, the owner, had been nice enough to set the items aside for me, making for an easy pick up. I had the decor in a bag at my feet and the two pieces of furniture were in the bed of Wes’s truck.
I was incredibly grateful for his help, because I wasn’t sure how else I would’ve gotten the loveseat over, and it was perfect for the café.
Things between Wes and me were better today than our first handful of interactions, but I sensed something was bugging him. He was trying but still keeping his distance. At least today things seemed less tense, but maybe it also helped that we weren’t exactly talking. Wes wasn’t very chatty, and I tried not to take it too personally. Even when we met with Layla, who Wes knew well, I had done most of the talking. I’d asked how long she’d lived in Golden Falls, how she started thrifting, and when she had opened the store.
I realized Wes was friendly, but he wasn’t outgoing. He preferred listening and didn’t want to make things about him, which was also how he’d been at the Richards family dinner.
I, on the other hand, didn’t do great with silence. I didn’t mind it if I was with someone I was comfortable with, and while Wesley didn’t make me uncomfortable…I didn’t exactly feel at ease around him. I wanted to knowsomethingabout him.
“What’re you thinking about?” I blurted.
We were at a stoplight, and he glanced over at me, eyes briefly flicking down to the hem of my dress before meeting my gaze. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw, shaking his head. “Just trying to focus on driving.”
He looked so carelessly casual with one hand draped over the steering wheel, the other hanging out the open car window.
“You must be thinking aboutsomething,” I challenged.
He huffed out a laugh. “I mean, one of the things I was thinking about is when I’ll be able to get out on the water. Things have been so busy at Lake Ridge that it’s been hard to take a day off. Usually, I would’ve gotten out there a handful of times by now.”
