“Yes, I knew that. It says it right here.” She points down to the information stand in front of her.
“Yes. Right. Ha.”
I walk up beside her, and her attention is back on the birds.
“I’m sorry.” I rush it out as fast as I can before I lose the nerve.
She crosses her arms and side eyes me again. “Why?”
“For coming across as such a tool. I promise that is not who I am.”
She turns, her hip popped out slightly and she looks at me with a glare that would be a warning to most men, but damn, it just makes me want her more.
“I’ve noticed. You get along great with everyone else. It’s just me you have a problem with.”
“I don’t have a problem with you.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“You make me nervous.”
Her eyes go wide, and she gets a small smirk on her face. “I make you nervous? I don’t make anyone, or anything for that matter, nervous.”
“Not nervous in a bad way. I don’t know what it is. You kind of took me by surprise.”
Her arms drop to her sides and her head tilts.
“How’s that?”
“You’re just not the kind of woman I pictured would be on a trip like this.”
“Fair enough,” she says and looks me up and down before turning back to the exhibit.
“Can I stay and watch with you?”
She nods her head. “I would like that.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon together. Learning about all the different species, making terrible bird jokes, and watching as the storm that we will thankfully avoid, starts rolling in.
Back at the hotel, everyone goes to get her their luggage and meets in the lobby. I thought Montana’s weather had mood swings, but it’s nothing compared to this place. When we got back after dinner, it started raining and within the last hour the wind has picked up; the rain is coming down in sheets, and I’m thinking we should have left a day early.
Chapter 9
Sarah
“Theweatherisn’tlookingso good,” Chris says as we are waiting for our taxi to take us to the airport.
“The weather is like this all the time on the east coast,” I tell him, hopefully giving him a little reassurance and convincing myself that it will be fine.
“If you say so, but those trees are literally whipping around.”
“Well, if the flights get delayed, I’m sure the airport chairs are comfortable.”
The rest of the people file out behind us and by the looks on their faces, they are thinking the same thing we are. We aren’t flying anywhere today.
I get a ding on my phone, right as everyone else does. It’s the airline and they have canceled our flight. Not delayed, canceled. I look over to Chris, my eyes wide.
“Now what?” I ask him.