Shay stalked back to her cabin, her fire angry and burning and hot, hot, hot. Why did Austin think he could ask her about things—girlfriend things—without giving her some time to think? Time to process?
girlfriendShe’d had a great day with him. A fun ride into church, and wow, she’d enjoyed the hand-holding and the leaning into his chest while the pastor delivered a fine sermon on forgiving others. Shay wasn’t super great at that, and she’d felt the need to get better. She would. Once she figured out how.
The chickens on the ranch laid beautiful eggs, and it had taken no time at all for them to get rid of all three hundred Austin had brought to the farmer’s market. And then he’d had to go and ruin their perfectly good day with questions. With labels. With frustration.
She thought back t
