I know April is starting to get into it, too. Most of the summer they were out there with Libby, plucking and pruning, then hanging out in the kitchen to get everything processed.
The whole dynamic of the house sure has changed a lot the last couple of years.
It used to be so quiet, just me, Sophia, and Dad.
Now, I can hear Grandpa snoring through the walls, the babies crying from the living room, and the kitchen is always full of people tag-teaming to cook for everyone.
Sometimes I miss the silence.
No, I don’t mind listening to Val when she’s sleeping. Every once and while she gets restless though, like she’s having a bad dream.
I like that when I wrap my arms around her, it settles her down.
Why can’t I do that every night?
It almost makes me sick to my stomach to think about how badly I want that.
Or maybe I’m just hungry. Is it lunchtime yet?
Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I nearly drop it when I see a missed call from her.
With my heart in my throat, I immediately hit the redial.
I hope she’s okay.
Chapter 26
Val
I kick the tireagain in frustration.
Damn car. It’s too fucking cold for it not to work.
And I need to restock the bar.
But if I can’t get my SUV to start, how in the hell can I get supplies?
I hate that Sawyer is my only option. This is opening up a huge door that I’m not comfortable with.
Needinghim.
It makes me vulnerable.
Back in the warmth of the building, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
“Hey.” I drop my keys on the counter and grab a Diet Coke from the cooler.
“Is everything okay?” He sounds like he’s outside, the wind is whipping over his words.
“Oh yea. Great. Just my stupid Chevy won’t start,” I grumble, plopping onto one of the stools. “Can you be a sweetie and come give me a jump?”
“I’ll be right there.”
The silence that follows makes me look at the screen.
Well, shit. He hung up on me.
So eager to please. I feel bad about kicking him out on Sunday.
