Cash is heading quickly through the thickening rain toward the cabin door. Eyes down on his phone but moving with that innate grace that comes with staying in shape for all of the action-adventure movies he does.
His light brown hair isn’t as tame as it was last night, like he’s been running his hands through it, and despite the temperatures hovering near freezing outside, his black jacket is unzipped, showing off the gray shirt underneath clinging to his pecs.
All of him getting splattered with raindrops.
I limp to the door like I’m forty years older than I actually am. Waverly keeps telling me that my posture will come back to haunt me before long. She might be right.
She’d be more right if she’d tell me to quit shipping myself with the older guys.
Cash is lifting his hand to knock on the door when I swing it open. A blast of cold air and a smattering of icy mist hits me in the chest.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, glances at me, then down at the ground, then back up at me. “I’m sorry.”
“For being here?”
“No, Icamehere to say I’m sorry.”
The cold air has nothing on the panic that suddenly floods my veins.
Years of bad living situations are the only explanation for the next words out of my mouth. “You’re kicking me out?”
“What? No. How could I—no.” The utter confusion making his forehead wrinkle and his eyes squint would be cute if I were in a position to let myself actively think of him as cute.
Oh.
Right.
Who drives an hour out of their way just to tell someone she’s getting evicted?
No one.
Probably.
My life is weird sometimes.
Cash scuffs his boot on the top step, his brown eyes darting over my face. “I won’t ever kick you out. Promise.”
Half of me swoons with this ridiculous crush.
The other half is focused on the weirdness of him being here. “You came to say sorry for what then?”
His lips part as he stares at me.
Apparently what he’s here for should be obvious.
“Oh my god, did something happen to Commander Crumpet?”
“No.”
“Waverly. Is Waverly okay?”
“No. Yes. Yes, Waverly’s fine.”
I’m baffled.
He’s apparently baffled that I’m baffled.
