Page 107 of Tumbleweed Temptation
“What’s got you down?” Ginny asked as they sat at one of the picnic tables, her with a bottle of beer, and him with a cup of water.
“Just tired. My mind on a lot of things.”
“You’re not still blaming yourself for the baby?”
Yes, but, “No. I mean, I do second-guess myself a lot about that, but no. That’s not what’s occupying my mind.” He wished he had ordered something to eat so he’d have something to do with his hands.
“You can’t tell me? I thought, you know. I thought you could tell me things.”
“I can’t talk to you about this, no.”
“But it’s why you left the office early today?”
“Ginny. I can’t talk to you about it, all right?” The words came out a little sharper than he intended, and she straightened, cradling her beer in her hands.
“Got it.”
“Look, I’m sorry, but it’s a confidentiality thing and it’s just—it’s not something I can talk about but it’s something I can’t stop thinking about.”
She reached a hand across the table to him. “Can I help take your mind off it?”
The images her in his arms, in his bed, was everything he wanted, but tonight, his heart just wasn’t in it. “I just don’t know if that’s possible. I don’t know if I’ll be very good company today, Gin.”
Her shoulders tensed. “Okay, well, maybe I shouldn’t have dragged you out here.”
“Yeah, maybe I should just go on back to the apartment. I’m really sorry.”
“No problem. I’ll just get them to pack up my wings to go. But if you want to talk, you know where to find me.”
She left her beer on the table, and headed for the bar. A few moments later, he saw her walking out of the gate with her container in a plastic bag.
Damn, he hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings. He should have just pretended he hadn’t known she was in the office when he got there. Just gone on up to his apartment and wallowed in his feelings.
Or he should have let her shake him out of his wallow here.
Too late. She was already gone.
