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“Good morning,” I whispered in reply. This I could do again, get so used—
My eyes widened at the exact same time as his.
And we both freaked out.
I ripped my leg from between his as he pulled his arms back and attempted to roll away at the same time as I did. We got caught in the blankets, snapping us back towards each other, and I smacked against his side.
“Ow,” I grunted.
“Sorry,” he quickly replied as we tried to untangle ourselves from the sheets.
“I think this goes this way,” I said, moving part of the sheet up.
“Pull this,” he grunted.
“Now slide this towards you.” I tugged at the edge of the sheet.
“No, that made it worse,” he mumbled as I was pulled on top of him. “Ow, your hips are digging into my thigh.”
“Stop being a baby, and turn this way.” I pushed at him as the door swung open.
“GOOD MORNING!” Keaton shouted. “Can we have—”
He froze as Weston stopped trying to pick me up off of him. I swung my head towards the door at the same time as Weston, his hands still around my waist, and the sheets tangled around one leg of mine and his entire torso. My palms were placed onto the bed in front of me, my chest facing Weston’s torso with one leg stretched across his body. He was sitting up, holding me, and staring at the door.
“It’s not what it looks like.” Both Weston and I said at the same time.
Keaton remained in a stupor with his mouth open.
“Keaton, buddy,” Weston said, and Keaton finally blinked. “I’ll make waffles for breakfast.”
Keaton slowly nodded and then fumbled for the doorknob.
“Keaton.” Weston said again as the boy's small fingers wrapped around the handle. “We had pillows stacked between us and the sheets somehow became tangled in the middle of the night. All we did was sleep, buddy.”
Weston let go of my waist, and I managed to roll over and sat down on the bed, my leg still draped over his torso. He gestured towards the pillows that were thrown all over the bed and floor and then lifted my foot to reveal the sheet wound tightly around it.
“I had that happen once. Though I wasn’t sharing a bed, and it really freaked me out.” Keaton finally said, breaking the silence, though I wasn’t sure if he really believed us.
“My leg is slowly becoming numb, so it’s kind of freaking me out,” I muttered, and Weston shook his head, silencing me.
“Doc Tenley is my friend, buddy, so I’m just trying to help keep her from getting really scared,” Weston addressed the eight-or-nine-year-old kid again.
“Like Dad did when I saw him and mom was caught in their sheets,” he replied, and Weston inhaled sharply.
Blinking a few times in shock, he shook his head and then said, “Yes. Probably like that.”
“Cool. Well, waffles sound good, but I was actually going to ask if you could hook the sleds to the back of the four-wheeler this morning! It’s done snowing and you always do that when we get a big snowfall like this!”
Weston grinned. “Of course! We will be right out!”
Keaton smiled innocently, and then left the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Weston leaned back in relief against the headboard, and I flopped down completely on the bed. That had not just happened. If that kid told anyone what he saw, people could get the wrong idea. Especially depending on the words that he chose to use when describing what he’d seen.
“What was that?” I mumbled, closing my eyes in embarrassment.
Weston chuckled, his fingers tugging at the sheet that was still wound around my leg. “That was the final nail in my coffin from my sister is what that was.” Slowly the pressure began to dissipate from my ankle.
Chapter 14
