“Because of the people back home?” he asked, that crease at his forehead deepening. “And the things they say about you?” He remembered. I’d forgotten about that part of the conversation on his horse. Nodding, my eyes fell from his and onto a spot on the wall behind him. “I’m not like them, Rose.” I gave him a half-hearted smile. “I used to think you were. But maybe I was wrong, too.” “So what do you say?” he asked, so close his breath warmed my cheeks. “Can we start over? Be friends?”
