She looked at him. “Why do you say these things?”
“I’m only saying what I think.”
“You sure about that? You really know what you’re thinking?”
“I know when I’m being taken. I know that I don’t like to be jerked around.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Sure I trust you. As far as I could throw a ten-ton truck.”
She smiled again, but there was pain in her eyes. “Well, anyway, I tried.”
He frowned. “Tried what?”
“Something I’ve never done before. It isn’t a woman’s nature to do the chasing. Not openly, anyway. But I knew it was the only way I could get to know you.” She shrugged. “I’m sorry you’re not interested.”
His frown deepened. “This on the level?”