Then what exactly am I ruining.
She takes her time answering. It’s intentional. It works.
DELTA:
My ability to function like a normal adult.
My focus.
My sleep.
My peace.
Take your pick.
I lean against the wall because standing suddenly feels optional.
ME:
If it makes you feel better, you’re ruining me too.
Three dots. Then:
DELTA:
Good.
That one word goes straight to the center of me.
ME:
What are you doing right now.
DELTA:
Pretending to work and replaying last night in my head.
You?
I glance back toward the arena, then toward the barn.
ME:
Trying to convince myself to finish the day before I come find you.
She doesn’t miss a beat.
DELTA:
Finish fast.
I shut my eyes for a second because that did something to me.
ME:
Don’t tempt me.
DELTA:
