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No one at the office would do something shitty to her. Everyone loved her, protected her like a little sister or a daughter.
Which left me, well, back at one. Completely in the dark about what was going on.
But I was determined to make the most of it. Once the storm had passed.
I figured there would be some clean-up to do which would be welcome after being trapped inside. Then maybe I could show Katie to the lake. She wouldn't want to swim—hell I didn't want to swim again—but she would get a kick out of the ambiance, the wildlife around.
If nothing else, I think she would find it better than some asinine trust-fall exercise that likely would have been part of our stay if everyone else showed up on time.
It would get us out of the cabin.
Make the day pass faster.
Then, maybe we would take a drive down the road to see if it was clear. If it was, we could head out to a spot where we found some reception, call Fee, and see what the hell was going on.
"Tired?" I asked when she yawned for the tenth time since dinner. We'd had mac & cheese that she'd insisted on tossing some broccoli into, which, somehow, made it even better.
"Yeah," she admitted, closing her book, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I haven't done anything all day, but, yeah, oh no," she said as the lights finally flickered and crapped out.
"Are you afraid of the dark?"
"Not the dark, per se. But, you know, tripping and falling down the stairs in the dark is something worth worrying about," she admitted.
"Alright. Tell you what," I said, getting up, using the flashlight on my phone to walk over to the oil lamp, messing with the wick to get it right, lighting it, then slipping the hurricane lid back on, adjusting the flame again when it blackened the glass. "You take this and walk up the stairs. I will follow behind to catch you in case you fall. Then you can take this into your room to get ready for bed while I lock the place up. I doubt anyone is showing up in this shit."
"Sounds like a plan," she agreed. "And thanks," she said, taking the lamp from me. "For, you know, not thinking I've been ridiculous about everything," she clarified, turning to walk out of the room, leaving me to follow behind.
"So for being a halfway decent person? You really don't have to thank me for that, Katie."
With that, we went through our new nightly routine. I gave her the flashlight in case she needed it. Then we both turned in.
I figured I would toss and turn, not having done much to burn off any energy, but I passed out within a few moments of getting into bed.
I probably would have slept soundly through the night.
Except then there was a soft voice calling my name.
"Rush?" it called, getting louder, pulling me fully awake to find a flashlight pointed at the ceiling, giving soft light to the whole room, showing me a bed-tossed Katie who was, inexplicably, wearing three sweaters, and had a blanket wrapped around her.
"What's up, baby?" I asked, scraping a hand down my face.
Outside of the blanket, I could feel the chill in the air. And even as I noticed that, I became aware of something else.
Chattering.
As in teeth.
"Are you shivering?" I asked, squinting at her small body, shrouded in layers.
"I know. It's crazy. I'm always cold, though. And since the heat went out, it got so cold. I had four blankets on and it wasn't helping. I just... I know it is a lot to ask, but could you maybe start a fire downstairs, so I can sleep there?"
"No," I said, shaking my head, watching as her face fell, her eyes looking a little stricken before her gaze dropped. "Katie, no. That's not what I meant. I'll make you a fire. But you'll be warmer if I do it in here. Smaller space. And, for the record, it's not a lot to ask to keep you fucking warm, babe."
"I, ah, I will just grab an extra blanket or two to sleep on," she said, turning to walk away.
"Wait wait wait," I called, pausing long enough for her to turn back. "What?"
"A blanket," she repeated. "For me to sleep on. The floor is hard," she added, brows pinching like she thought I might be dumb.
"Christ. You're not sleeping on the fucking floor, Katie," I said, shaking my head. "There's a bed here."
"Yeah, I mean... that's your bed."
"We can share it," I told her, watching as her gaze skittered from it to me, to the floor, and back again. "Like a life-or-death, survival situation, sharing body heat. That's it," I told her, even though I knew damn well I could have easily just swapped over to her room, and have been warm enough to get some sleep. I didn't need to stay here, share the bed. But, for some reason, I wanted to. That was probably shitty of me, but I was choosing not to think about that.
