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He frowned. “You said that you’ve learned to see beyond what people see. With your art.”
“That’s my definition of it, yes,” I replied warily. “But it’s still only an opinion. I didn’t mean to offend if—”
“It doesn’t offend me.” He caught my eyes, uncertain. “Can I keep this?”
“Sure.”
He nodded distractedly. “I have to go.”
“Go?”
“Yes. I have a meeting.” He hesitated. “I need to ask you something.”
“Okay.” My brow furrowed in confusion. “Like what?”
“What’s your plan before you leave?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“With us. When Grace has fixed your truck. What’s your plan?”
What is he getting at?“I don’t have a plan… I mean …”
“With us,” he snapped. “What would your plan be with us? Before you left?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
“Savannah…”
Shit!He’s getting suspicious.And why wouldn’t he? I’d claimed I’d broken down on the way to a funeral and here I was, showing no urgency, going on dates with him, making plans with Grace. I’d made myself too complacent; settled in too comfortably. No wonder he acted weird. It had all spiraled out of control. And I had to act fast.
“We could go dancing?” I suggested, thinking of my plan to drug him and get him out of town. “Or maybe head out of town to have a picnic. Just the two of us.”
“Dancing?”
“Or a picnic. It could be like another date, maybe?”
I looked at the ground, feeling like an idiot. What a stupid move. But it would be easier to drug him in a place where people didn’t know him if he said no to the picnic. When he got drowsy, I could just say he was drunk, lead him out to the truck, and wait for him to pass out. After that, I’d cuff him and load him in the back of my truck, taking care of him along the way. I’d use the time to show him off to Gideon, get Will safe, then get attempt to get the three of us out of Shitville.
“Dancing sounds great,” he replied tersely. But he wasn’t happy about something. “There’s a place called The Gray Robin not far away from town. I can drive us there.”
“No. I’ll drive.” I cleared my throat of the nerves. “It will give me a chance to run the truck before taking it on the road again. And give us the chance to say…” I sighed. “To say goodbye.”
“I guess. But leave Grace with me. Your truck. I need to leave.”
I scowled, confused. “Okay.”
He tore the picture from the pad and handed the pad back to me. “Bye, Savannah.”
“Donovan, have I done something wrong?”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” He lifted the drawing. “Thank you for this. I’ll be in touch.”
Off he went, leaving me standing alone. And there I remained, feeling like the biggest bitch on earth, numbing myself to the hurt of what was soon to come.
