Chapter Eight
Kenyon
Good enough.
I balanced the plates on my palms, thumbs tucked over the top, hurrying up the stairs, my long legs taking them two at a time.
It was nearly nine in the morning, and everyone else had left for some planning meeting with another squad.Normally, I hated getting left behind—I’d never been good at entertaining myself.
This time, though, I accepted it as a win.
Why?
I moved the plates to one hand, then rapped my knuckles on the door to Yun’s room.
Because I get to spend the day alone with her.
No answer came back, but after a few seconds and the clicking of a latch undoing, the door swung open to reveal the very guide I’d been thinking about.
Of course, she didn’t look at me with the same happiness I felt.That would take time, I figured.
Carter had sat me down—all of us, I think—and reminded us that she needed time and space, not to push her.
I was pretty sure he’d break my legs if I screwed this up, which meant I’d be on my best behavior.
Thus, the food.
Yun frowned as she looked at the plates.“What’s this?”
“Scrambled eggs.”
Her expression didn’t suggest she agreed.
“You didn’t eat last night, and you haven’t eaten today yet, so I figured we’d have breakfast.”
“And you’re bringing it to me because…?”
“Because you weren’t going to come down.I thought we’d eat on the balcony.”I gestured with a jerk of my chin toward the slider at the back of the room.“It’s got a view of the ocean.”
She sighed but, in the end, agreed by moving out of the doorway to allow me in.
“I’ll set it up out there.”I went past her, trying to keep my gaze off her so I didn’t make her uncomfortable.
I’d been in this room before, since it functioned as a guest room when we needed it.Sometimes that meant for family, for friends, for guides who had to stay over.It never felt likethisbefore, though.
It took me back to when I’d first stepped into a girl’s room as a teenager, when just being there felt forbidden, when the sight of their bed and dresser and all the strange things they used had captivated me.It had seemed like they were entirely different creatures, something I knew I couldn’t really have or understand but wanted so badly.
Somehow, this empty room had turned into that same thing, making me want to explore, to bury my face in her blankets and just drink in her scent.
Which was probablyexactlythe sort of thing that Carter had specifically told me not to do.
I took the plates to the slider, then opened it with my elbow before slipping out.There was a swing to the side, then a small table with four chairs.It overlooked the ocean, and those playing around on the beach.
I set the plates on the table, the forks already on top.
At least I hadn’t dropped anything on the way up.
Yun placed two glasses of water beside the plates, along with a paper towel for each.It meant that she’d gone downstairs to grab them while I’d been setting it all up.
