Lawrence had obviously said something wrong. What, he didn’t know. But Maizee sat there, blinking much too fast. Then she started gulping water, which was a real feat as the liquid in his glass tasted like it had come from the animal troughs out on the ranch.
“Sporty?” she finally squeaked.
“Yeah,” he said, trying to figure out how she could take that the wrong way. “You do like hiking and biking and stuff.” He worked very hard not to pitch his voice up on the end, as if it were a question. He already knew she liked outdoor activities, and that was pretty sporty to him.
“Yes.” She finally realized the water wasn’t good, because she pushed the glass further from her.
Lawrence didn’t want to play games, and frustration rose through him. “So what did I say wrong?”
“Do you find me too spo
