Page 117 of The Cabin

“I mean, I definitely want a fresh start…”

“Then we pick somewhere in the middle. Or overseas. Or on the moon for all I care. We can move just outside of Disney World and ride It’s A Small World every day, twice a day. I just want to do it with you.”

“And the cabin?” I ask, trying so hard to connect all this with reality. He’s being sincere, it’s just hard for me to accept my life can be like this.

“I’ll put your name on it when it gets signed over to me next week.”

My shoulders move with my chuckle. “I just meant you’re going to keep it, right?”

“We’regoing to keep it, yeah. It’s where I fell in love with you.” Kiss.

“Where is your plug?”

Sweet, adorable confusion. “My what?”

“Where do you charge at night? Do you get up when I’m sleeping?”

“What are you saying, crazy?”

“You have to be a robot, Grayson. There is just no way you’re real.”

“Then you’re some AI generated computer girlfriend because, ditto.” He moves me so he can get up. “Are you hungry?”

“Always.”

He laughs and I follow him to the kitchen. “What do you want?” My groan is enough to have him back pedaling. “Okay, okay, okay. I’ll figure it out.” The fridge swallows him up as he sorts through ingredients. “You know,” he calls, “you can’t make me decide every single time.”

“That was in our Girlfriend status upgrade contract, so, yes, I can.”

“Sneaky, sneaky girl.”

“Oh, hey,” I say, grabbing some plates out of the cabinet. “Have you heard from Bob about my car?”

“Uhhhhhh. Um. Yeah. I, uh…think so.”

My eyebrows raise. Suspicious much? “What do you mean you, ‘think so?’ ”

“I think he might’ve called, I can't remember.”

“You can’t remember?”

“Well, I actually think we might’ve talked in person, I don’t know.” He has his back to me and won’t turn around. He is literally side stepping back to the fridge so he doesn’t show his profile.

“When did you talk to him in person?”

“Mmm. I don’t really remember. All the days blur together.”

“Grayson Blaine Stoker, what is going on?” He turns around so slowly you can barely tell he’s moving. There’s guilt written all over his face. “What did you do?”

“The last time I talked to him it was in person.”

“Again… when?”

“It could’ve been the day you were going to hike to the Y. Maybe? Who knows?”

“Mmmmm, you do, actually. You’re the one that knows.”

I’ve never seen Grayson fidget like this before. But he’s very nervous. “Well, then, yeah. The last time I talked to him was the day you moved in with me, the day you were going to hike into town.”