Fyn’s look of bewilderment was back, and he shook his head at her. “I would ask what that was about. But I have a feeling you wouldn’t tell me.”
Rowan flushed and stayed silent.
“You are a very interesting woman, Rowan… I don’t even know your last name,” he admitted.
Rowan hesitated to tell him. Even though her name was common enough, her family was still high profile. Even out in the backwoods of Montana, she was sure that they had heard of the Robertson family.
The only other problem Rowan had was how terrible she was at lying. Dodging questions, sure. Changing the subject, absolutely! But straight-up lying? She had always had an issue with it. Her parents would say that she had so many ticks that her face was basically a lie detector test. Rowan sighed inwardly. She really didn’t have very many options available to her. She wouldn’t remember what name she chose, which was why she was still using her real name.