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I’m the last one they drop off on their way home.
When the headlights of the Tahoe hit the front of the cabanas, Morris’s door swings open, and he stands there in a pair of sweatpants, bare-chested and barefoot.
Graham jumps out and opens the back door and helps me down before calling to Morris, “Can I use your bathroom?”
Morris steps out of the way so Graham can go inside while I try to unlock my door.
“Thanks, man,” Graham says as he returns to his truck.
I wave to Taeli.
“Do you need help?” Morris asks.
“I got it,” I snap.
“Suit yourself.”
He walks inside his door, but before he can get it closed, I yell out, “Good night, asshole.”
He comes back out. “Asshole?”
My lock finally disengages, and I pull my door open, but before I can escape, he is by my side.
“Did you call me an asshole?”
I face him. “Yeah, I did.”
“And why am I an asshole?”
I start ticking off the reasons on my right hand. “One, you left me the other night and didn’t come back. Two, you’ve been a jerk and avoided me the last two days. Three, you brought a date to the bar. Four, I can’t think of a fourth thing right now, but I’m sure there is one.”
I turn to go in, but he backs me against the door.
“You’re pissed because I left the other night? You’re the one who got up and got dressed to find Scooter milk,” he says.
“So? I panicked, but I waited for you to come back, and you didn’t.”
“You waited for me to come back,” he repeats.
“Yeah, I thought we were still, you know …”
He brings his hand up and caresses my cheek. “I know.”
I swat his hand away. “Stop it.”
He leans down. “It wasn’t a date, and I’m not the one doing the avoiding. Good night, Zoey.”
He kisses my forehead and walks away.
I don’t say anything. I just slam the door shut. I kick off my boots and head down the hallway to change into my nightshirt when I hear a knock.
I stomp back to the door and fling it open.
“What do you want?” I snap, expecting to see Morris’s smug face.
“It’s snowing!” Scooter yells as he moves down and knocks on Joanna’s door.
Clay is standing in the parking area with his hands out and his face toward the sky as big, fat, wet flakes pour down around him.
