"Thank you. I didn't mean to make you late for your appointment."
He nodded, still watching her soberly. She followed him out on the porch.
"I hope your meeting goes well."
He smiled down at her. "Don't drive so wild today."
For a moment she was shocked by his words. How did he know she was getting her car today? Did he overhear her conversation with Connie? Then something else crossed her mind.
"Connie is picking me up. She's driving."
His eyes twinkled with humor. "So when are you getting your car?"
She smiled. "Since you asked, I'm getting it today. Connie is taking me by to pick it up."
At the car, he opened the door and glanced back at her, his expression reflective.
"I'll see you later. Try to stay out of the woods." With that said, he shut the door and started the car. He waved as he turned it around to leave.
She walked slowly back to the kitchen. It always came back to that. What was in the building that he didn't want her to see? Didn't he know that the more he didn't want her to see it, the more she wanted to see what it was? It was hard to believe he didn't know. Was it merely another game he was playing with her mind? No, nothing could explain the exchange she witnessed. She had to get back there and see what was in the building. This was a relationship she might want to pursue if he wasn't involved in something illegal.
She felt the attention before she actually saw it. Both Sarah and Tammy were watching her.
Sarah smiled. "I don't know what he wanted, but he certainly put you in a reflective mood. Why don't you sit down and finish your breakfast."
Lisa sat down at her plate. How much had Sarah heard? She finished her breakfast with little conversation and saw Sarah and Tammy off to church. Connie wouldn't be there for another hour. She had that much time alone. Enough time to walk back to the building. She stared through the window at the trail. Not today. She turned away from the temptation and went to her room. Thirty minutes later she was walking down the drive to meet Connie, never having betrayed his trust. It felt good.
When Connie arrived, Lisa had barely buckled her seatbelt before she started asking questions.
"Have you discovered anything more about him yet?"
"No." Nothing she wanted to confess.
"Is he sweet on you? Are you sweet on him? Come on, inquiring minds want to know."