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Eloise blinked. “Why not? Is he really that bad?”
“No, he’s just not interested in me. He’s got a girl he’s trying to impress. I doubt that asking him out would do me any good.” On the contrary, it would probably destroy her heart. The whole point of getting out into the dating world was so Faye had something to take her mind off Adam. It didn’t hurt that she might be able to compare him to others as well and hopefully realize he wasn’t the guy for her. “On second thought, sure, why not?”
“Why not, what?”
“Set me up. Or let’s go dancing. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it.” She grimaced. “Except I can’t do it on Saturday. It will have to be Friday night because I’m still working with Adam on Saturdays.” She might be working on Sundays, too. There was no telling what the new schedule might be.
Eloise’s expression lit up like a Christmas tree. “That’s great. I just know you’re going to have so much fun. Brielle has been a little bit of a drag lately. She refuses to go to the club right now because of you know who…”
Faye frowned. “Because of who?”
“You know. Shane. The guy who owns the place. They went on a few dates, and she doesn’t want to see him anymore.”
“But she’s not seeing him.”
Eloise shook her head and her voice lowered almost conspiratorially. “No. I mean, she literally doesn’t want to see him. I’m telling you, that was probably the first breakup that happened like that. You know she’d been dating before dad gave us the green light, right?”
Faye nodded.
“Well, from what I understand, they typically ended on good terms. But not this one. I don’t know why.” Eloise shrugged and her expression returned to one full of excitement. “This is going to be so much fun. I just know you’re going to love it.
* * *
The noisein the country club was a lot louder than Faye had expected. The people moved like wheat in the fields as it swayed in the wind. It made her nauseous. This was why she preferred to be out on her saddle in the middle of nowhere.
Even the axe throwing was better than this.
Eloise was at the bar, leaning against the counter and chatting up the male bartender. They’d opted to go stag tonight, meaning they didn’t have dates. And now Faye was really regretting it. At least if she had an official date, she’d have someone to talk to. As it was, she was a literal wallflower off by herself.
If she’d been the one to drive, she would have left by now. Eloise was in her element and Faye didn’t want to mess up a good thing.
Faye lifted her drink to her lips and took a sip. The cola burned her throat going down, reminding her why she preferred non-carbonated beverages. She should have just gotten water with a lemon.
A sigh rumbled through her chest as a new song started. She might just give her father a call to see if he could pick her up from this nightmare. At least then she wouldn’t be stepping on anyone’s toes. This was a mistake.
“Faye? I didn’t know you came here.”
Every fiber of Faye’s being froze. Even with the hum of voices and the loud music, she recognized that voice. She prayed she was wrong. Adam was a busy guy. He didn’t have time to come to the country club on a Friday night. Slowly she turned to face the voice.
She was wrong.
Adam smiled at her, and her insides melted. Great. That was why she wanted to be here with someone else. She needed someone to take her mind off the way he affected her. He moved closer to her, and it took every ounce of willpower to not step back.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“Good. What are you doing here?”
His smile deepened and he gestured around them. “This is sorta the best place to be on a Friday night, right?”
“Right.” Her face burned. Just her luck. Why did he have to be here? Then her frustration shifted into something else—something with a tad bit of hope. Maybe he could be her date—purely in a friend sort of way. She ran her hand through her hair and offered a small smile. “Actually, it’s great that you’re—”
“Here’s your drink, Adam.” A tall, skinny girl in heels and a skirt that was a little too short joined their small group. Her dark hair hung around her shoulders in waves, and she wore makeup that was way too thick. Her eyes trailed up and down Faye’s body, and Faye could have sworn the woman sneered at her. “Who’s this?”
Faye bristled. When she’d first seen Dahlia, she’d thought she was pretty enough. But there was something about hearing her speak that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
Adam gestured toward Faye with his glass. “This is Faye Callahan. I’m helping her work on her mother’s truck.”
All at once the woman’s expression changed. It was like a button had been pushed. She was no longer threatened by Faye whatsoever. “Oh. Isn’t Adam the best? He helped fix my brother’s truck a couple months back.”
