Nancy rubbed her nose, aware of the atmosphere that hung over them, but what exactly was it she could say. If she continued saying it meant nothing then she was just lying and lying again, but to admit she felt anything was something that scared her a little too much to be forthright.
"You know after knowing you this long I still don't understand you. I still can't tell if you really do care about me or if this is just some pride thing, you know just wanting to get me to prove you can." She shook her head, she did want to believe he liked her, but she'd been taught caution, to consider all men guilty until they proved themself saints. And no one could call Randal a saint....