I glanced past her at the couch. “I guess I’ll be sleeping over there.”
I slung my duffel over my shoulder, stepping around her to plop it onto the cushions.
“Are you sure?” She sounded surprised. “It’s so…small.” Her brows pinched as she glanced between me and the short piece of furniture. It was smaller than the standard size, probably to accommodate the limited space in the cabin.
“I’m sure,” I said, though I wasn’t exactly excited about it. It looked old. The brown cushions were lumpy in some areas.
“You can take the bedroom if you want. I don’t mind.” She jerked her thumb toward the door next to the bathroom.
I suppressed a sigh. The last thing I wanted to do was fight with her over who was sleeping where.
“It’s fine,” I said, a bit more sharply than I intended.
She tensed, looking away. “Okay,” she said softly.
Guilt flashed through me.
My next words were more gentle. “We should probably both get to bed. You’ve had a long day, and we have a lot to figure out in the coming days.”
“Right.” She bobbed her head in agreement. “Goodnight, then.”
She walked toward her room, which seemed entirely too close. There really wasn’t much space at all in here.
“Goodnight, Skye.”
She paused in the doorway to her room, glancing at me as if she wanted to say one more thing. But she didn’t. The door closed with a softclick.
I took a deep, steadying breath. I felt better now that there was a door between us.
I stretched my tense neck and stiff shoulders. I hadn’t gone to the gym today and I itched to burn off some of the anxious energy inside my body.
Instead, I took my laptop out of my duffel bag and settled on the couch. I checked the outside cameras again, making sure everything looked clear. It was unlikely someone would come to the cabin, but I knew better than to underestimate the lengths a person would go to hurt someone else.
Not after everything I’d been through.
After I had cleared the outside cameras, I checked the windows and doors to make sure they were locked. I spent a little bit more time sifting through Skye’s laptop, not finding much new information, but I didn’t expect to until I got a chance to dive in at the office with my equipment.
I spun the thumb drive Skye had gotten from the detective in my fingers. Despite my initial bad feelings, I had doubts it was the cause of the spyware. If it was, Whize was really bad at covering his tracks.
Which left the lingering question of who…and why.
By the time I was done messing around with Skye’s computer for the night, exhaustion caught up with me in the form of a headache building behind my eyes.
Putting all the tech away, I got my toiletries and headed toward the bathroom. My gaze caught on Skye’s bedroom. Even with the door shut, I could sense her there.
Trying to ignore the slight tingle of my skin, I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. Skye had removed herself from my life a long time ago. It surprised me the way my body still reacted to her nearness, even after all this time.
Finished in the bathroom, I shuffled back toward the couch. I halted, noticing something that hadn’t been there earlier.
My eyebrows furrowed at the pillow placed neatly next to my duffel bag, with a folded blanket on top.
My gaze bounced toward the bedroom. Skye must’ve heard me go into the bathroom and left these out here for me. A warmth bloomed in my chest, though I tried to ignore it. She should’ve been sleeping, not worrying about me being comfortable.
I was probably keeping her awake, though. Sky had always been a light sleeper. She told me once that I talked in my sleep.
I still didn’t believe her.
Taming down the strange fluttering in my gut, I fluffed the pillow and unfolded the blanket.
