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I wonder if he’s gay. He didn’t come, but he was aroused, clearly.
And what about Julie? Thinking of her brings a sad smile to my face, her sweetness, her need for someone to look after her, but the last thing I want is to lead her on.
I’ve stayed away from her the last day, not wanting to be in a situation where she can make another pass at me. I’ve taken Adam for drives and when we’ve been on the campsite, we’ve hung over the fence looking at Rosie or I’ve encouraged him to play with the other kids. I’ve avoided the kitchen and showers whenever I thought there was a chance of running into sweet Julie.
“I’m cold.”
“Come here, son.”
Awkwardly, I lift Adam over the console and to my lap, hugging him tight.
I jump in my seat as there’s a knock on my window. Adam screams and hides his face against my chest. I half expect Freddy Krueger to stand outside. It could be, covered inside a massive raincoat.
I roll down my window, and a gust of wind covers my face with rain.
“Trev’r,” Adam squeals. “Is Rosie inside? She’s not on field, is she?”
I can just about make out Trevor’s eyes inside the big hood, and my cheeks heat knowing what we did yesterday.
“Rosie is in the barn, all warm and eating hay,” Trevor assures my son, his deep timbre making my heart beat faster.
“C-can we go see her?”
“I’ve got a better idea, why don’t the two of you come inside the house and stay there tonight?”
“No, you don’t have to offer up your own home, Trevor,” I argue.
He points his flashlight to our tent. It’s almost completely caved in. “You can’t sleep there, you’re already wet and I don’t want you catching a cold.”
“We shouldn’t…”
“Think about your son,” Trevor insists, and he’s got me. Adam’s health is more important than my pride.
It takes a good ten minutes to gather the bags we need and get wellies on, ten minutes where Trevor stands patiently waiting for us in the howling rain. Of course, Adam doesn’t want to walk and I try to hoist him in my arms while carrying our bags. Big hands come around Adam’s middle and lift him out of my arms.
“Come here, I’ll carry you.”
Adam doesn’t protest, holding on tight to the big man. All the way down to the house, Trevor calmly answers Adam’s many questions about Rosie’s welfare. It does something to me, seeing my son in the arms of this mountain of a man. I know Adam’s safe, and that’s a very unusual feeling.
“Jamie! Adam!” Julie calls out when we enter the house.
The awkwardness of the situation hits me. I’m in the same room as both the girl who kissed me yesterday and the man I rubbed myself off on.
Julie may be a bit flustered to see me, but Trevor pretends everything is normal between us, so I do too.
“Their tent was about to sail down the field, so they’ll stay here tonight.”
Trevor lowers Adam to the ground while Julie’s eyebrows raise high.
“I told him he didn’t have to, we don’t want to be a burden—”
“No, no, of course you’re not a burden,” Julie interrupts, shaking her head vigorously. Pink tints her cheeks and she smiles down at my son. “Do you like sleepovers?”
Trevor leads us upstairs, again carrying Adam once he’s out of his wellies and jacket. At the end of the corridor, he opens the door to a small room he calls “the little kids” room. He tells us this is where he and Julie slept when they were little.
“Do you think you could sleep in here, Adam?” Adam puckers his lips and his eyebrows scrunch together as he takes in the small room. “If you look out the window, you can see the barn where Rosie is,” Trevor continues.
My son’s face brightens. “I’ll sleep here.”
