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“The festival.”
“Oh, I didn’t know they went too.”
“Everyone does.”
“Except for you?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Probably why my family stopped trying to call me after a few attempts when I’d driven away.”
“I bet they thought you chickened out.”
“I am no chicken!” I exclaimed.
“Balk balk,” she tried to cluck like a chicken, and I leaned my head back, laughing.
She got this look in her eyes that stopped me in my tracks. I’d seen it before. The last time I’d laughed, and the time before. In fact, every time I laughed she got that same look. I tipped my head, studying the quiet sparkle in her eyes.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispered.
“Like what?”
She gestured at me. “Like that.”
I shook my head, refusing.
Tenley rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms, huffing. But she didn’t move away from me as we turned onto the main road.
It was dark out, and I felt something odd shutter in my truck. My breath hitched as a strange, quiet rattle began as we slowly made our way to town. Suddenly, the gauges in my modded out truck flipped to an unusual reading and then died completely.
Everything on the dash went black.
Not now. I not only needed to get Tenley home, but back to Butch and here we were with something in my truck going wrong.
“Weston?” Tenley’s voice pierced through my thoughts as the rattling got louder.
“I know,” I muttered, furrowing my brows and felt the entire engine cut out.
Turning left, the truck lurched forward twice and then spluttered. It groaned, the vehicle still rolling forward despite the fact that the engine was no longer firing.
Guiding it off to the edge with the last bit of momentum left, I stared in disbelief and defeat as we came to a complete stop and a quiet hiss filled the air. Dead. The heater was off, the dash lights dead, and my truck was completely still.
I cursed under my breath, frustrated as Tenley sat up and gasped in excitement.
Excited?
She began shaking my arm and pointing in front of us. “Weston! Weston!” She called out and I followed her gaze.
Which only made things even worse.
There was Cassidy, driving the horse drawn wagon directly toward us—with my mom seated next to him. And as they inched closer, I could’ve sworn he had a smirk on his face as if he knew.
“Look!” She cried out again. “We could have them take me home. It’ll be so romantic riding in a horse drawn sleigh underneath the moonlight during the Christmas season!”
I clenched my jaw. Butch was either going to end up in a lot of trouble or finish baking the cookies before I made it home.
“Oh, wait. They don’t know that we are dating,” she grumbled, crossing her arms, and falling in a huff.
“My mom would want to be overly involved and we haven’t even had a first date, Tenley. That’s the only reason I haven’t said anything yet. Trust me, I learned from watching Remington and Pearl when they first started dating their spouses,” I replied gently, and she sighed.
