She wouldn’t let him get to her. He could try to cozy up all he wanted, reminisce about old times, but she wasn’t going to forget—not what happened then. Not what was happening now.
But as the flashlight blinked and flashed as it moved deeper into the forest, she couldn’t help calling out, “Oh, and watch out for the brown recluses! There was just an infestation of them at the greenhouse.”
The flashlight’s beam shook and sputtered toward the sky just as Skye grinned and shut the door.
Chapter 5
Theo
There were a hundred things to do. But first, a shower.
Theo all but tore off his clothes as he entered the code into the cabin’s security system and entered the two-story foyer. He slid out of his shoes and his jacket as he moved up the stairs. As he entered the hallway he unbuttoned his top collar. The house was still on the cold side, the thermostat showing a slowly rising fifty-four degrees. Honestly,howhad Skye’s mother known he was going to stay, andwhenin those twelve minutes he was at their house had she snuck away to turn on the heat? He went directly to the master bedroom.
Must. Get. Into. Shower. Immediately.
Theo dropped his dirt-encrusted cufflinks onto the porcelain trivet and flicked on the bathroom light. His feet were cold as he stepped onto the tile, but chilled feet were the last thing on his mind at the present moment. No, the most pressing matter was the spiderwebs. The dozens of spiderwebs hehad encountered as he trod through Skye’s forested backyard to get here.
All for the sake of a conversation.
A tickle crept along his neck and he slapped at it before turning the shower knob.
So, he still had a little problem with spiders.
Any sane person aware of the three thousand species of spiders in the United States, most particularly the twofatalones local to the area, would have a problem with spiders. He hastily worked the buttons on his shirt, and with increasingly concerning tickles covering at least five areas on his chest and back, he gave in and finally yanked it off. The two remaining fastened buttons made a distinctsnap. Theypingedas they bounced and then scattered across the tile floor.
He wasnotarachnophobic.
Everybody else in the world was just, in his mind, absolutely insane.
He stepped into the still-icy shower, well aware of all he’d been called since he was a child. Everything from a simple “scaredy-cat” and “chicken” to the diagnosis at one point given by the child psychologist: “entomophobic.”
But what befuddled him was that there was no name for those whovoluntarilyput their lives on the line by making sleeping outside asport. Boy Scouts. Campers. Those absolutely out-of-their-minds hikers who walked through the town every year with their fiddles and tin cans in their six-month-long, 2,200-mile trek of the Appalachian Trail.
Insane.
Who wouldchooseto cocoon themselves into sleeping bags like saucy enchiladas for every Lyme disease–bearing tick,leg-amputating brown recluse, rattlesnake, mountain lion, bear, or serial-killing maniac to discover?
Somebody needed to writethatcondition in the book of psychological disorders.
In truth, Skye had been right to question him when he volunteered to help out over the next few days. She was right to doubt his interest in turning tractors and clearing land and planting seedlings in a minefield of undesirable experiences. But she wasn’t right to doubt his interest in turning tractors and clearing land and planting seedlingswith her. When you find yourself suddenly face-to-face with your life’s greatest regret, you don’t walk away. Even with the threat of spiders.
So yes, in a moment of bravado, he walked through those woods and hiked between rows of firs beneath a dewdrop sky.
Yes, he had regretted every moment since the first blindslapof the spiderweb hit his face.
Yes, every square inch of his body had begun to itch by the time he emerged from the woods.
Yes, he was very aware that after he dressed he was going to have to walk the length of the farm again, this time via the safe, wide berth of the long gravel driveway, to pick up his car from the Fullers’ driveway and make the forty-five-minute drive to Abingdon for some belongings.
But in exchange for real conversation, he had cracked Skye’s concrete demeanor with the topic of his own weakness. Was it worth it?
Absolutely.
Whatever it took.
***
Theo’s headlights followed the zigzagging road that clung to the side of Whitetop Mountain. The second he hit the halfway spot down the mountain and was back in service, his phone started beeping with notifications. Glancing at the screen, Theo caught one name repeated several times. He wasn’t surprised.
