I nod with about the blankest expression I’ve ever felt, and then he winks. HE LITERALLY WINKS!
My eyes are as big as I can stretch them.
Either Henry Christensen just did that on purpose, or he has something irritating his eye. I want to go with my first choice, but the second one seems more accurate. I’m the girl with no name, until just now, standing in a huge coat, so it’s gotta be the second choice, right?
“Henry? Is that you?” Priscilla’s sticky-sweet voice interrupts.
He doesn’t speak a word as he presses on the gas to slowly start backing up.
“I’ll stop by the station to pick up the trucks in a while. Make sure you’re there,” he says before quickly pulling onto Main Street where everything disappears, except for the faint glow of his brake lights that blink three times.
Is he saying goodbye? I know other girls back in high school had boys do this to them, but not me. NOT EVER. Not once did a boy tap his brake lights to me. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“For what?” He grins.
“For being the kind of man that makes a woman believe there’s a God in heaven.” I nuzzle into his shoulder and close my eyes as the preacher asks us to pray.
Once we finish, the rows of people begin to stand. I wipe under my eyes one more time just to make sure I don’t have mascara running down my face.
“Nah, I’d happily go as far as you’d allow me,” he softly chuckles. “I just have a promise I made with my brother.”
“A promise?” I narrow my eyes.
“Yeah, we both agreed to wait for marriage.”
I stifle a gasp. Is he for real?