I almost fell to the floor with mortification when my dad said that about my virtue. I'd always known I'd been sheltered and because of that, I was limited in my experiences and friends. But what he'd said to Ziggy sounded like something out of an early nineteenth-century cowboy movie.
"Right, Dad, you've had your fun. We're leaving now." I reached out and pulled Ziggy's shirt sleeve, and he followed me down the yard to his truck. Kayden was just leaving the barn, and I heard the heavy pine door bang shut.
"In the truck and drive," I said as Kayden began to walk toward us purposefully.
Ziggy said nothing but climbed in his side and started the engine as I closed the door on my side.
We passed my brother just as he was reaching the edge of the dirt road, so I waved and smiled sweetly, priding myself for handling the situation of Ziggy's first visit quite well.
"So where are we going, princess?"
"Don't call me that. My name is Valerie."