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“We should get going,” I said after Whitney and Henry talked pricing. I got the sense that she was only asking to be kind anyway. The ballroom wasn’t a great back-up solution.
This would be the most cost-effective location, for sure. But that would mean we’d need to rent everything and find a caterer. It would be a huge lift to get all the vendors booked in time.
“Thanks for the tour, Henry. It was nice to see you again.” Whitney gave the man a hug, and I physically had to hold myself back from stopping it, clenching my hands to my sides.
“We really should be going now,” I said directly to Whitney as I saw Henry digging in his pocket, pulling out a business card and a pen.
“Here’s my card and my cell phone number if you have any questions. Or if you want to just catch up more,” Henry said, handing over his card.
Whitney accepted it and we finally left.
“Why’d you take his card?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Why did you go all caveman back there?” she said with pure curiosity in her voice.
The truth was, I really didn’t know what had come over me. But seeing the way Henry looked at Whitney made me sick to my stomach. Never had I wanted to punch someone more. I never had violent tendencies, unlike some of the other guys I played ball with who got off on beating each other up and being destructive.
I wasn’t that guy. Never had been in any of my previous relationships.
But Whitney brought that out in me for some reason.
We got in the car, and I just paused there for a second, staring out the windshield.
“Buckle up.”
The wind picked up considerably since we’d last been outside. Clouds raced across the sky in angry looking colors.
“This doesn’t look good.”
Whitney breathed in deep. “It really doesn’t.”
I almost sighed, grateful that she’d dropped her line of questioning. Ignoring the problem seemed like a good solution to me. Especially since I didn’t exactly know what I would say anyway.
Whitney sank back into her seat.
“We should probably make this quick, outrun the storm.”
I nodded as I drove us towards the highway that led to the winery.
Located on the outskirts of town, Montgomery Winery took a solid twenty minutes to get to. Whitney squirmed in her seat, clearly antsy about the trip. The longer I drove, the more restless she became. Each minute that ticked by her anxiety—and maybe distrust—grew.
I kept us on the road despite the wind’s best attempt to knock us off course. The winds howled through the trees, making it increasingly dangerous to drive.
We’d taken my truck, which weighed us down, making it safer. I silently thanked God that Whitney hadn’t insisted on driving her cheap rental car. If she had, we’d be off the road by now and she’d have another accident to report to her insurance company.
A ringing came from Whitney’s side of the car. She pulled her phone out of her purse.
“It’s Katie, it must be about the house.”
I glanced at Whitney. “Do me a favor?” I asked her.
Her head whipped to me before she answered the call.
“Don’t tell her I’m here.”
Confusion crossed her face as Whitney pressed the green call button.
“I hope you have good news for me.” Whitney lowered her voice slightly, slipping into her businesswoman persona. Frankly, it was sexy as fuck.
