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I start to type, but then another message from her comes in.
I’m going to get in the shower.
You could take the phone with you. But, of course, we should probably switch to a video call.
Again there are several seconds before she replies.
And then it’s with another blushing emoji. And a,
goodnight, Torin.
She’s now metaphorically walking out the back door.
Dammit.
Talk to you soon, Abigail.
That’s a promise.
Chapter 9
Abigail
Idon’t hate going out.
I hate presenting in front of professional colleagues. I hate going on sales calls. I hate parsnips. I hate when men other than my grandpa Leo call me “sweetheart” and “darlin’”.
But I don’t hate going out.
I don’t really like it either, though.
This is why I’ve only been at the bar for about an hour before I excuse myself from the table I’ve been sitting at and go up to pay my tab.
Sapphire Falls is a nice town. The Come Again is a nice bar. It’s clean and not too loud—for a bar—and the general atmosphere is very come-as-you-are and laid-back. The guys who have flirted or outright asked me out, take ‘no thanks’ in stride. The people I work with are great, and the locals are friendly, so saying ‘sure’ to an invitation to show up for a drink or two isn’t terrible once in a while.
For some reason, tonight, though, I’m less enthusiastic about socializing than usual. And that’s saying something.
I’m thinking about Torin.
That’s not new, but it’s been happening a lot more than it used to.
In the three days since I got back from my sister’s wedding, I’ve thought of him seemingly constantly.
I’ve replayed his crazy proposal. Both of them.
I guess it was one proposal, but he brought it up twice. Once on my grandmother’s porch steps and once in text.
I’ve replayed what he said about reading all of my papers. And that he’s not only actually interested in my work, but that he wants to make my ideas reality.
I’ve definitely replayed the make-out session against the wall of my grandmother’s house every single night. And I haven’t felt nearly as weird or guilty about it as I probably should.
I maybe shouldn’t have let that go as far as it did after he’d essentially proposed. But I said no. He knew where I stood.
It was just that…I really wanted to kiss him. And then he affirmed that he was really serious about finding a wife, and I realized that was probably my only chance to kiss him. It’s not like we run into each other often. And if he needs to find a wife, then the next time I see him he could be engaged. Or married.
Or I might never actually see him again.
So I took the opportunity to kiss him. And when it went further than that, I just enjoyed every damned minute.
