A LITTLE OVER NINETY minutes after her arrival in Mason, Texas, Lizzie was heading north again, grumbling under her breath.
When her phone rang, she punched the ‘talk’ button on her steering wheel a little harder than necessary and growled, “Yes?”
“Um... Lizzie? You okay?”
“I’m fine, Nathan,” she said between gritted teeth, “but any more contact we have to have with Nolan it’s probably best if you handle it.”
“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good at all. What happened?”
“Well, I could tell he was one of those right off the bat,” she said honestly, “so I led the exchange by being as professional as possible, hoping he’d get the hint.”
“One of those,” Nathan’s confusion echoed through her car as he repeated her words. “Meaning what, exactly?”
“You know the kind. Big swagger, hit on anything
