“Will do sir. Thank you so much for your business.” Chance tells him, making my stomach sink, knowing that I had messed up big time, accusing him of something so horrible.
“Take care of your pretty lady.” The man then said, tilting the tip of his cowboy hat to us, before his window began to roll up, and the truck slowly pulled away, leaving us standing there alone together, as I didn’t even know where to start to apologize to Chance.
But Chance didn’t even give me an opportunity to apologize to him, as he said to me, “Please just get back in the truck, and I will take you home like you asked.” Before he walked away from me, getting into the truck himself.
I stood there staring at Chance through the windshield, ashamed of myself for thinking so poorly of him, wondering how I could have
