**Part 3**
Rory spotted her…
Her boyfriend?
Her friend-plus?
Rory realized right then that they hadn't really talked about what they were to each other. Tristan had been back almost a month, he was staying at the inn, they'd seen each other almost every day, and they hadn't found time to have the "talk." What had they been doing?
Oh, yeah…
Stuff… Rory blushed remembering the night before as Tristan's polished-blue eyes met with hers from across the lobby and her knees turned to jelly.
He was talking to an older couple, guests of the inn. Whatever it was that he was telling them, had them glued to their spot on the carpet. He was just captivating that way. Rory looked on in proud amusement. That was her…
Friend with benefits?
Make out buddy?
Damn it, they were going to have to have the "talk" soon! But first things first… Rory had to smile at her skewed priorities… This heat was having a weird effect on her!
Tristan broke from the couple with a very polite nod and walked over to the girl with the shifty feet. He had to smile in reaction to her nervous face… what was on her mind now?
"Morning Ror-" Tristan eased casually into a kiss. Rory leaned up and kissed him back hungrily, a little impatiently. A detail that did not go unnoticed by him, well she wasn't angry at him anymore… and something was definitely up…
Rory swallowed, looking up at him wide eyed, "We have to talk."
There was that nervous look again. If Tristan didn't know any better, he would have said she was going to break up with him, but that wasn't it. She had certainly made a decision, but it wasn't that. Too bad she was choosing to wait or by the look on her face he'd have his answer. Whatever it was, he'd have to find out later, for now he decided he was going to give Rory some space… Let her know that he could take a hint and let her miss him a little like he missed her. Give her a taste of her own medicine…
"Not now Ror, I just promised the Browns I would take them to Hartford," He gestured to the older couple, "I have some things to take care of up there anyway so I figured I would give them a lift. We'll talk when I get back."
Then he left. No goodbye kiss. No "I love you" (thought to his credit he had never said it.) No explanations on who the "Browns" were. No mention of the plans they had made for that afternoon. He just left. She was close enough to the doors to feel a rush of stifling hot air rush in as the Browns exited behind Tristan. Rory flinched her eyes closed from the hellish heat feeling a beat of sweat trickling down the back of her neck.
Hot ass summer…
So why did she still feel frigid?