“About what?”
“Noah.”
“Why are you asking me?” I nervously rubbed the fabric of my dress between my thumb and forefinger.
“You know, I remember the morning of your sixth birthday—”
“Oh my God.” I rolled my eyes. “Not this again.”
“When Mom and Dad brought you all your presents in bed, Silas and I stood by the door. You were so surprised when you started opening them. And while you laughed, your eyes beaming with excitement, I knew you were acting.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I was not acting?”
He snickered. “You were pretending to be surprised with every present you opened. But it was all bullshit because you and I both know you snuck into the spare bedroom where Mom and Dad always hid our presents the night before. You peeked.”
“I did not peek.”
“You peeked. You are the queen of peeking.”
“Shut up.” I bumped him with my shoulder, smiling, and he chuckled.
“Surely you know by now you can’t hide shit from me.”
I looked up at him, crossing my arms. “What are you referring to?”
“You and Noah.”
My cheeks warmed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on.” He turned to face me. “I saw you.”
“Saw me where?”
“In the cottage yesterday afternoon when I was looking for you. You were there.”
I turned and walked a few feet away from him. “I’m serious. I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“Cut the crap. I saw you through the kitchen window.”
“Oh my God.” I threw my hands in the air as I turned back to him. “Whoever you saw, it wasn’t me.”
“I saw you, Sienna. No one else around here has your shade of red hair.”
Shit.
He crossed his arms. “And when Noah lied about not seeing you, I knew what was going on.”
“Nothing is going on.”
“Liar.”
I rocked from one leg to the other, then started pacing as nerves slithered around in my belly. “Well, whatever you think is going on, I can promise you it’s not that. I hardly know the guy, and he’s way older than I am. And not to mention that he is definitely not my type, and I—”
“Stop.”
“—he’s only here for a few weeks. What could I possibly want from a guy—”
“Sienna, stop.” Spencer moved in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders, looking me square in the eye. “It’s okay. Whatever it is that’s going on—”