And yet she found Keaton strangely intriguing.
If only she could believe that Keaton was genuinely interested in her.
From the corner of her eye she saw Keaton select a rock from the drive and throw it into the woods.
Keaton kicked at a stick and made a mark in the gravel with the toe of his shoe.
After all, her decision to run off to Arkansas might have convinced Keaton that she was something of a daredevil.
Besides, if Keaton wasn't genuinely interested, he could have made good his escape when she declined the movie invitation.
As five O'clock approached, she was beginning to wish she hadn't told Keaton that she would go with him.
She met Keaton at the door, scratching at a new spot under the band of her bra in the back.
"Anyway," Keaton continued in a stern tone that wasn't unlike her father's, "you could get lost in the woods, or even injured.
Keaton pulled the car off the road into a grassy parking area beside the creek and shut off the engine.
Keaton was a strange combination... sometimes shy, sometimes bold.
Unwilling to go on, she stopped and hugged herself, watching Keaton plunge into the water.
She scrambled behind Keaton, still splashing water at the dark form that followed her wake.
Keaton, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit cowardly.
Keaton doubled over with laughter.
Water splashed as Keaton strode toward her and strong hands gripped her arms, lifting her to her feet.
They were undoubtedly getting a daily report from Keaton - which was more than she could do.
Keaton had invited her out.
Did Mr. Keaton come calling yet?
But then, Keaton wasn't seeing her because he was attracted to her.
What had prompted Keaton to bring the books?
Keaton was standing on the porch, drenched.
In the bathroom, she paused long enough to grab a towel, which she tossed at Keaton when she met him in the kitchen.
Keaton was right behind her, pulling her into a protective embrace.
As Keaton pulled her close, the air was filled with a deep steady roll of thunder that equaled the sound of a locomotive.
Gradually the sound abated and Keaton released her.
She could hear Keaton moving around the house and opening the front door.
Keaton was lounging in the doorway, nursing a steaming cup of coffee.
After breakfast Keaton retrieved a portable razor from his car.
From the corner of her eye she noticed Keaton watching her.
She called to Keaton as she cleaned up the mess.
Keaton bought this land from his sister shortly before you left.
Justin Keaton, didn't you say?
His boss was over two-thousand miles away and, while he wouldn't be too happy about Keaton spending the night with her, he would certainly approve of any hours spent watching over her.
She explained why she was in Fayetteville and mentioned that Keaton had braved the storm to be with her.
Hopefully Dad would talk to Keaton and there would be no more cat and mouse games.
Maybe Keaton would know.
Exiting the cabin through the back door, she found Keaton, stripped to the waist.
She beamed up at Keaton as he approached with two glasses of iced tea.
Why did she feel so depressed when she was with Denton and so elated when she was with Keaton - Justin?