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Hecarriedme and he did it without blinking an eye. He did it without sweating or breathing hard. He did it in a way that made me think that he would’ve gone on carrying me if we hadn’t gotten to our destination.
This cabin.
Which looks like something out of a fairytale. Cozy and warm, made of plush leather furniture and wooden floors. Filled with pictures of a happy couple — Ledger and Tempest Thorne — and their recently born twins on every wall. It also has a fireplace — a real, live wood-burning fireplace — in the middle of the living room. That looks into the kitchen, the small dining room and the hallway that leads into the bedroom in the back.
The bedroom with a massive bed with wooden slats for a headboard.
I’m not sure why those slats drew my attention but they did. Possibly because I found ropes peeking from under the bed and I blushed so hard at what that could mean. So much so that I stumbled out of there all embarrassed and weirdly curious, feeling a strange tingle on my wrists.
And I can’t help but feel that this has to be the most surreal moment of my life.
No actually, this has to be the most surrealdayof my life.
When I woke up this morning, all restless after tossing and turning in my sleep, thinking about him going on a date with Tara, I had no idea my day would end this way.
I had no idea that I’d go onmyvery first date — although I don’t think those awkward thirty minutes or so even counted as a date, but still — and have it crashed by my boss who also happens to be the love of my life. Only to get stuck with him in his friend’s cabin during a snowstorm because his car broke down. While he was in the process of dropping me off home under duress.
Oh and now, we’re both sitting on opposite ends of this spectacular couch, sipping on hot chocolate of all things — something that he whipped up while I was looking around the cabin because in his words,you need to get warmed up— while watching some cop show on TV.
Well,he’swatching, I’m thinking about his muscles and how he carried me on his shoulder through a snowstorm.
These things don’t happen in real life, do they?
It’s still a mystery to me as to how he showed up at that restaurant. And isn’t it a little too convenient that his car broke down close to where his friend’s cabin is?
“This feels likeDateline,” I say before I can think it through.
He turns toward me, his eyes still dark.
Quite possibly as dark as they were back at the restaurant. Could be because he’s still mad at me for a variety of reasons, starting with showing up at his house. Also could be because he’s mad at AAA for taking so freaking long; I think it’s been over an hour or so since he made the call.
At my words though, his eyes grow darker and he asks, “What?”
I fidget in my seat, embarrassed. “Nothing.”
He flicks his gaze over my face. “How does this feel like your favorite TV show?”
I stop fidgeting and stare at him. “You know it’s my favorite TV show?”
“You talk about it often enough.”
I stare at him harder. “When have you heard me talk about it?”
“With Cami,” he replies, referring to Camille.
“You’ve heard me talk aboutDatelinewith Cami,” I state, unable to believe it.
“I’ve also heard that it’s become her favorite too.”
“Of course it has,” I say stupidly, singing the praises of my favorite TV show. “Not only is Keith Morrison a legend, but that show is informative and shows us reality.”
He gives me a look. “Keith Morrison is overrated andDateline’s nothing but an overdramatized soap opera. But —”
“Hey.” I stab my finger at him. “Those stories are real. Those things happen. A wife kills her husband and fills her suitcase with his chopped-up body parts. A housewife kills her best friend who’s been secretly having an affair with her husband, and pins the murder on said husband. It happens. We all need to know about it so we can prepare and plan. And Keith Morrison’s delivery is perfect.”
Something flashes across his face that dare I say is amusement, and I can’t help but blush. I tend to get carried away while talking aboutDatelineand other true crime shows. And that’s only because if we all watched and/or listened to these shows, people would be smarter and there’d be a lot fewer murders in this country.
“So you think I’m going to kill you and dump your body in the woods,” he says, tilting his head to the side.
