Cat rolled her eyes as I plunked down on the couch across from her. That meant I was actually closer to Harley, but I told myself she had nothing to do with why I sat there. I was talking to Cat so I wanted to face her.
“I wasn't shopping for me. I never shop for myself. I was getting stuff for the lodge—food, supplies for the kitchen, and some part that I had to pick up for Flynn,” Cat explained.
“That’s usually what I do in Anchorage. How was your day?” I asked as I looked toward Harley.
She tapped something on her keyboard before looking up. I swear to God, the second our gazes collided, bolts of electricity sizzled in the air between us.
“Good,” she said. Her tone was casual and relaxed, although I didn't miss the subtle flush cresting on her cheeks. “I worked on the resort website and did some transcription stuff.”
“You still do that?” Cat asked.
Harley shrugged. “Here and there. I know this might sound weird, but I actually find it relaxing.”
“You do?” Cat and I asked in unison.
Harley grinned as she smiled at us. “I doubt you two would understand since you're both outdoorsy Alaskan types. I kind of get into a zone. I just listen to the recording and type everything out. It’s oddly soothing.”
“It's medical transcription, right?” Cat prompted.
“Yep. It’s doctors transcribing their notes and so on. I don't do it much. Too much and I get tired of typing.”
“But how fast do you type?” I asked.
“Over a hundred words a minute, easy.”
Cat’s mouth fell open as I gaped. Harley grinned. “I'm sure you too can both shoot and hunt game and fly planes, but I can type.”
“I don’t fly yet,” Cat corrected.
“I know, but I know if you decide to do it, you totally can.”
“You could too,” Cat insisted.
Harley shrugged. “Maybe so, but I prefer to be a passenger. That responsibility seems a little stressful for me.”
“You know, everything comes with some risk,” I pointed out. “Statistically speaking, it’s less risky than riding in a car.”
“Yeah, but that's not how it feels,” Harley replied.
“Point one to Harley,” Cat teased.
I forced myself to look away. Cat asked me what I wanted to watch, and I shrugged. “I don't care.”
“Really?” she pressed.
“Really.”
She switched toParks and Rec, one of her favorite comfort shows. “When are we doing card night?” she asked Harley once the show was on. “Soon, right?”
Harley shrugged. “Whenever you want.”
“So what's the deal? Am I supposed to be there for it or not?” I asked.
“We’re gonna start with just girls because you guys did guys for a long time,” Cat said tartly.
“What if the guys want to have a card night?” I countered.
“Well, since you're the only guy who lives here now, you're outnumbered by the women,” Cat said pointedly.