“No.”
“Where are you from?”
“Saskatoon.”
“Where?”
“Canada.”
Her hair blew about her face, and she gathered it all in one hand and held it by the side of her neck. “I’ve never been to Canada.”
He didn’t comment.
“How long have you played hockey?” she asked, hoping to drag a little pleasant conversation out of him.
“All of my life.”
“How long have you played for the Chinooks?”
He reached for his sunglasses sitting on the dash and put them on. “A year.”
“I’ve seen a Stars game,” s
he said, referring to the Dallas hockey team.
“Bunch of candy-assed pussies,” he muttered as he unbuttoned the white cuff above his driving hand and folded it up his forearm.
Not exactly pleasant conversation, she decided. “Did you go to college?”
“Not really.”
Georgeanne had no idea what he meant by that. “I went to the University of Texas,” she lied in a effort to impress him into liking her.
He yawned.
“I pledged a Kappa,” she added to the lie.
“Yeah? So?”
Undaunted with his less-than-enthusiastic response, she continued, “Are you married?”
He stared at her through the lenses of his sunglasses, leaving little doubt she’d touched on a sore subject. “What are you, the friggin‘ National Enquirer?”
“No. I’m just curious. I mean, we will be spending a certain amount of time together, so I thought it would be nice to have a friendly chat and get to know each other.”
John turned his attention back to the road and began to work on his other cuff. “I don’t chat.”
Georgeanne pulled at the hem of her dress. “May I ask where we’re going?”
“I have a house on Copalis Beach. You can get in touch with your aunt from there.”
“Is that near Seattle?” She shifted her weight to one side and continued to yank at the hem of her dress.
“Nope. In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re headed west.”
Panic surged through her as they sped farther from anything remotely familiar. “How in the heck would I know that?”
“Maybe because the sun is at our backs.”