She nodded without glancing my way, and with her back turned toward me, I got the distinct feeling she was trying to avoid me. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it one little bit.
I shut the door behind me and started cleaning up the kitchen, but my thoughts were with Sienna the entire time. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different with her, yet I struggled to figure out what it was.
Lost in my own thoughts, I cleaned the entire fucking cabin and only realized that two hours had passed when Sienna came walking out, her cheeks having some slight color again.
I walked over and placed the back of my palm on her forehead. “You feeling better?”
“Much.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Told you I could sleep it off.”
“Yeah, well, if you throw up again, I’m forcing the damn Zofran down your throat myself.”
She sat down on the couch, her arms crossed. “I’m fine. I’ll just stay clear of the pancakes for now.”
“And here I thought I could feed you pancakes for lunch and dinner,” I smirked, and she snickered as I sat down beside her, grabbing her legs and guiding them over my lap.
Sienna settled back, her hair a tangled mess of perfection. “So, what’s the plan, Noah?”
“What do you mean?”
“We can’t just stay here the rest of our lives.”
Discomfort caused me to shift in my seat. This was not a conversation I wanted to have. Ever. “Why not? I can totally see us living in this place forever.”
“Well, sure.” Her gaze traveled along every inch of space, taking in the rich décor and high log ceilings. “We totally could. But I’m serious.” Our eyes met. “Where do we go from here? Is there even a ‘we?’”
Shivers trickled along her skin as I dragged my fingertips along her legs. “I don’t think I’ll be able to leave you behind again.” It was the fucking truth. “But you know nothing about any of this is that simple.”
“Believe me. I know.”
There it was again. That hint that made me aware that there was something different with her. Or maybe, something she wasn’t telling me. I could feel it in my gut, feel it in the back of my neck, tingling with warning. But after our breakfast this morning, hearing her laugh, and being able to just be with her, I didn’t want it to end. I wanted just one normal fucking day with her. One day where we could pretend that we didn’t have a cartel of murderous fuckers on our asses.
One day where it could just be us.
“Noah,” she started, her voice soft—almost cautious. “I need to tell you—”
“You’re feeling better now, right?” I interrupted, wrapping my fingers around her ankle.
“I am.”
“Good. How about for the rest of the day we forget about everything?”
“We what?” She scowled.
“Just today. Even just for a few fucking hours. Tonight or tomorrow, we can talk about everything and start worrying again.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her up, so she straddled me, and I brushed a few red curls from her face. “Let’s pretend this world is ours…and ours alone.”