She frowned, but a spark of light flamed deep in her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a sad sack, and I can’t stand it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “My wedding?—”
“Turned into a shit show. I was there.”
“I don’t know how bad of a shit show?—”
“Does it matter?”
“Jonah—”
“Summer.”
She narrowed her eyes on me. “You’re interrupting me.”
“I learned it from this annoying girlfriend of my brother’s.”
Her lips twitched. “I did not interrupt you.”
“Please. I couldn’t finish one thought before you were telling me how I should be doing something differently.”
She gave her head a small shake, but a small smile appeared. “You’re being a dick on purpose.”
“As opposed to . . .”
A faint giggle left her. “There’s something to be said for self-awareness.”
“I’m very aware of myself, sunshine.” The endearment slipped out, and I couldn’t take it back. I also didn’t care to.
Astonishment flickered over her face. “I got in my head.”
Grateful she’d ignored the pet name, I kept the humor going. “Scary place to be.”
That earned me a scowl.
I crossed the expanse of the living room. My leg was achy from the snow removal and my knee was especially threatening. I should’ve grabbed a cane, but I wasn’t making a U-turn.
Dropping onto the couch, I let out a breath. Fire laced through my hip. I needed to stretch and get a massage. Neither would be happening soon. Summer wouldn’t be here much longer, and now that she was opening up, I didn’t want to miss the show.
“The roads should be clear tomorrow,” she said.
“Yup.” I changed my weight to my good hip. “Pick a movie.”
“What if I don’t know any funny ones?”
“Then watch one of the bridal shows you didn’t want to touch the other night. See if you’re ready to return home.”
She was in the middle of lifting the remote when she paused. “You know what? I think you’re onto something.”
Screens flashed as she scrolled through different menus. “Here. Maybe it’ll make me feel better.”
“Runaway Brideis a little on the nose, isn’t it?”
She rolled her eyes and cuddled into the corner of the couch, drawing the throw up to her chin. “If I can’ttake it, I can’t go home.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, I mean, I’ll go. I don’t need to keep crashing?—”
“I know what you mean. If you need longer, you can stay. I’ll try to figure out how to get everything done around you.”
