Page 76 of Unspoken Hearts
“I’m not,” I whisper back. Watching the corners of his mouth curl, I lift my boots to rest on the balcony rail and lean over to whisper again, “I think the Sheriff will have something to do with the town’s devastation.”
There’s a beat of silence before Reid murmurs, “I think you have watched too many cowboy movies.”
The tops of my cheeks flush as I purr back, “That’s because cowboys are hot.”
I feel him chuckling beside me. He reaches over, grabbing more popcorn. His breath fans the base of my throat, making me melt a little, stealing the air from my lungs. “I’m glad you think that, cowgirl.”
I sink further into my chair, my cheeks raging from how flushed Reid has made me. I try focusing on the film, and not how hot and bothered my best friend’s brother makes me.
Chapter twenty-one
Macie
Myheartsinksfurtherin my chest like an anchor dropping to the bottom of a very deep ocean. Throat bobbing, I keep pacing around the living room, my breathing slow as I impatiently wait.
It’s been two minutes now, why won’t she come back?
I keep walking from the front door to the back door, my phone pressed to my ear, listening to the elevator music sound while I'm on hold. Hazel watches me from the laundry. I try ignoring her stare, but she might as well be burning me like a laser because that’s how intense it feels on my skin.
“Miss Cambell.” The voice returns in my ear.
Pulse skittering, I quickly answer before she put me on hold again. “Yes, I’m still here.”
There is a moment of silence, and I mentally curse at myself for slipping away when Sandra’s voice comes back again. “I just had a look through everything, and unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be anything on the market within your budget right now.”
My shoulders sag as I slump down on the couch, letting my head fall into my hand. “Okay, thank you anyway for your help.”
“I’m sorry, dear, but I will try my best. If something comes up, I will contact you.”
“Thank you,” I repeat glumly before ending the call.
Tossing my phone on the couch, I grumble into my hands. The cushions sink to my side.
Blinking up at Hazel’s kind face, her hand takes mine, squeezing it gently. “No luck?”
I’m trying to figure out if she’s upset about the fact that there’s nothing out there that I can afford, or if she’s trying to smother her happiness. Her expression only lasts a beat, so I can’t determine which of the two it was.
My head shakes slowly, my heart continuing to fall.
“I’m sure the right one will come along. But until then, you’re staying right here.” Patting my thigh, she's up again, walking to the kitchen.
I trail after her, leaving my phone on the couch. Stopping at the island, I lean my elbows to rest on top as she starts making herself a cup of tea.
“Are you sure that I'm not imposing?” Guilt gnaws at my stomach uncomfortably.
“How would you be imposing, dear?” she asks with her back to me.
I take a second to answer. “Because I’m taking up a room.”
“Nobody was in there. Sawyer doesn’t live here anymore.”
My lips roll, my stubbornness standing firm. Sometimes I hate how I got my mum’s stubborn personality—it rarely comes in handy.
“He was here on the weekend.”
“And he had the blow up mattress in Grayson’s room. See, not imposing.”
I wince a little. Hazel walks over, cupping the side of my hair. Blue eyes blaze into mine—they’re so warm and inviting, unlike the cold hearted ones of my family.
