“Right. So we should just go back to me talking and you responding with one-word replies.”
“Yep.”
Nodding, I sighed.
“Okay, fine. Here it is. You want to know why I don’t like you?”
I turned and looked at her, her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter now, and it had nothing to do with the snow coming down.
“You spied on my sister.”
“I didn’t . . .”
“I’m not done, Mr. Barrett.”
I couldn’t help the slight lift of my mouth. This girl was a pistol. “I’m sorry, please go on, Ms. Whitaker.”
“Thank you. Like I was saying, you spied on my sister, then you only called her once. Once! For all you knew, she was dead somewhere. You didn’t even bother to check up on her.”
At that moment, she gasped and shot me a quick look before putting her eyes back on the road. “Oh shit. You knew she was here. But how?”
“Does it really matter?”
“You’re having her followed!”
I laughed. “I am not.”
“You’ve got a tracking device on her phone!”
Frowning, I asked, “You’re a fan of mystery movies, aren’t you?”
“Hallmark Movies & Mysteries Channel, yes. It’s the bomb.”
Chuckling, I said, “I am not tracking her or following her, but I did find out she flew out of Austin and to Salt Lake City the other day.”
“Your spy?”
“Something like that.”
“Huh.”
“Back to one-word responses again?”
The corners of Millie’s smile lifted. “If I wasn’t so pissed at you, I would really like you.”
“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.”
Millie sighed and pulled up to a massive black iron gate. Looking up, their last name was scrolled across the top.
“Home?”
“Yep. Nash, I just want you to know one thing. My sister loves you. I’ve never seen her this upset or lost about any other guy. I don’t want to see her hurt.”
“I don’t want to hurt her; I’m ju
st trying to do the right thing here. She deserves to know why that background check was done. Neither of us handled things the right way.”
“No, you didn’t. That much is true.”