“Nothing. You’re right; whatever Troy’s thinking is ridiculous.”
They continued driving for a few minutes more and then, suddenly, Vance pulled off into a small spot along the side of the highway overlooking the bayou. Shutting off the car he turned to look at her. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Ginna chewed hard on her lip, not meeting his gaze. “I’m not certain want to is the right way to put it,” she said eventually.
“Ginna, talk to me. Are you and Troy, or were you and Troy, did the two of you..?”
“Oh God, no! Not even, Van. Oh, he made overtures, yes, but I think, I thought I made it clear to him that I wasn’t interested in him as more than a friend.”
“I see. But why does he think you and I…?”
Biting the bullet she replied, “Maybe because he’s good at reading faces?”
“Excuse me?”