Shirley shook her head at her own insanity.. Charlie wasn't usually an asshole. For chrissakes, he'd been on his best attitude at all times, so why was she bestowing him the cold shoulder?
Because she wished to. Perhaps she was sick of him being such an excellent dude. Probably she needed to shove him to his boundary and discern where and how he bridged that line. Probably it was PMS.
As a nurse, she understood she could constantly blame it on the entire moon and PMS, but as a woman, she realized it had more to do with relinquishing her man to an affluent redhead in a bachelor auction— in other words, all of the above, plus tons of insecurity. What a collection.
"C'mon Shirley. We've been riding for half an hour and you haven't talked to me once. I clarified that I had no notion bidding would get on that high.
Hell, I would have even enclosed the extra, but I felt you'd reject it. That's why I bestowed you the head-shake."
