After a slight pause, she heard him clear his throat. Already she’d decided it was something he did when uncomfortable, uneasy, uncertain. Oh, fine, she scolded herself. Now you’ve gone and done it!
He’d see her as that silly schoolgirl now. And what did a man like that, who’d risked life and limb for his country, want with a—
“No,” came his calm, masculine voice, “I was actually calling to find out if we’re supposed to meet at Resurrection, or if I should pick you up.”
Taylor blinked. Swallowed. “Well, I hadn’t really—”
“Because if it’s up to me,” he continued, “I’d prefer coming to get you.”
Brows high on her forehead, she felt herself smile. Really? she thought.
“If you have something to do, I’ll understand….”
“Do?”
“I know you’re pretty heavily involved over there at the, uh, at the church. I just thought maybe you had, um, stuff to set up or something.”
She hoped her laughter wouldn’t sound too relieved. “No. In fact, I’m not even on the cleanup committee this time.”
Yet the minute the words were out, Taylor regretted them. Would he take it to mean she expected to be invited out afterward? For ice cream, or a walk in the park? For a glass of lemonade or a stroll along Main Street?
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