Chapter 25

When I asked him, his answer was quick and decisive: “No.”

“What? Why not? I want to take you out.”

“You don’t have to take me out to lunch.”

“No, I don’t. Especially if you’re going to be grumpy about it.” He hated when I agreed so easily with him.

“Nobody should have to pay for someone else to make food for me.” His frown looked adamant.

“You have to eat.”

“I can feed myself. And you.”

“That’s not the point. I want to take you out.”

He just shook his head. He was past grumpy and downright angry, and I had no clue why. It hit me that it might be something I’d said or done, but I couldn’t remember anything that had set him off. Then a worse thought hopped into my mind. Maybe he didn’t want to be seen with me other than at the saloon.

“Is it the hair, the piercing, or the tat?” I countered this time.

“What?”

I’d caught him off guard. He looked completely nonplussed.