Page 61 of The Love You Fight For
She’s battling with something inside herself, and my instincts say not to interrupt. I let her work it out, and when she does, when she finally looks back at me, we head to the house.
“Is that a shower?” she says randomly, just before we step inside the cabin.
I turn and find her staring at the side of the house, and I chuckle.
“Yeah, it is.” I walk to the outdoor shower and push it open, showing her the inside. “Nothing fancy. Just here to shower after fishing or swimming. It’s nice, though.”
She glances up at the sky and furrows her brow.
“There’s no roof.”
“Very astute.”
She rolls her eyes.
“You should try it out tonight. You can shower under the stars.”
She gives me a look that suggests she thinks I’ve lost my damn mind, and I laugh out loud.
“Never mind.” I walk past her and back toward the house. “It’s probably not fit for a princess, anyway.”
She scoffs just before the door shuts behind me, and I don’t see her again for over two hours. When Sam finally comes back inside, I’m in the process of prepping pizza dough for dinner.
“When will Lennon be here?” she asks, leaning on the doorframe and watching me work. “I left my phone in D.C., so I can’t text her.”
I flick my eyes toward her, then look away.
“They’ll be here Saturday.”
“What? Saturday?” Her voice rises with her temper. “You said they were meeting us.”
I glance at her again and have to swallow my laugh. She’s soirritated that her face and neck are flushed with pink and her blue eyes are wild.
“They are,” I say calmly. “They’re meeting us Saturday.”
“Today is Thursday,” she shouts. “Why didn’t you say they wouldn’t be here until Saturday? What the hell am I supposed to do until Saturday?”
I drop the pizza dough into a large bowl, then wash my hands in the kitchen sink as I speak.
“Honestly, I didn’t mention it because I figured it would be harder to get you here.”
Her jaw drops.
“So you tricked me?”
I nod, feeling a little ashamed now that she’s said it out loud.
“Yeah. But I think you’re going to be glad I did. Now, go wash your hands. I need your help with dinner.”
“I’m not hungry,” she says, then storms off into her bedroom and shuts the door loudly behind her.
Fuck.
I wanted to bring her here to help her feel better, but I might have just made it worse. I knew getting her here under false pretenses was a shitty thing to do, but I did it anyway. Sometimes I think I’ve got her figured out, think I know her, and other times I feel like I’m clawing in the dark for any sort of clue. I just can’t figure outwhyI care so damn much, because I fucking do.
I knock on the door to her bedroom a few hours later.
“Come in,” Sam says, so I open the door and enter plate first with my other hand up.
