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I glance over at him. “Wait for what?”
“For the rain to clear,” he clarifies.
It’s still pouring down. “No. I’ll be fine.”
He unbuckles his seatbelt.
I grab his arm to stop him from getting out. “You stay in. There is no point in both of us getting wet. You don’t always have to open the door for me.”
He stares at me, like he’s not quite sure what to make of what I said. After a moment, he nods. “Fine.”
If he keeps opening the door for me and being sweet, there is no way I’ll be able to stop my growing feelings for him.
Blaine told me I’d be easy to fall in love with, but everything about Parker makes me feel like I’m falling so hard and so fast. It’s a problem. Why can’t my heart understand that Parker isn’t mine?
Parker reaches into the backseat and hands me my backpack. I slip it over my shoulder before smiling at him. “See you Monday?”
He doesn’t say anything.
Without another word, I jump from the Jeep and make a mad dash toward the door. Before I even make it five feet from the Jeep, I hear a loud crack. I glance up, just in time to see a large branch crashing toward me. It’s the last thing I see before everything goes black.
I dream I’m on a cruise ship. There is a storm brewing outside, the waves are crashing against the side of the ship. I’m not scared of the water or the storm—I’m scared of the fact that I’m trapped on board a not nearly big enough boat with thousands of people. My head pounds from the never ending stream of voices.
But then I realize—there are no voices. No thunder. No storm. When I open my eyes, I see a blue sky and a blur of trees. I blink, wondering just how fast I’m moving.
I finally look into blue eyes—they’re the exact same shade as the cloudless sky. I’m confused about the sky because I’m wet. Wasn’t it just raining?
Parker glances down at me and abruptly stops running. He has tears streaming down his face and I wonder what’s wrong. Why is his face so pale? Why has he been crying?
“Henley?” His voice is full of awe as he looks at me.
“What happened?” I look at him, trying to figure out how I got here. The last thing I remember was getting out of his Jeep. I was headed inside.
“A large branch hit you on the head. You were dead.” His eyes are wide as he looks at me. “How are you alive?”
“A branch?” I ask.
“Because of the storm.”
That’s right. It was storming. I look at the sky—there isn’t a cloud in sight, just a beautiful blue sky. The same color as Parker’s eyes. “The storm stopped?”
He looks up too. “I hadn’t noticed. I was kind of preoccupied with you being dead.”
“I was dead,” I repeat.
He begins walking again. “I’m taking you to the pack doctor.”
“Why? I’m alive now,” I object.
“But you hit your head,” he says. “You seem kind of confused so we should make sure you’re all right.”
He’s probably right, but I don’t want to admit that to him.
“Can you put me down so I can walk?” I ask.
He tightens his grip on me. “No.”
“My head doesn’t even hurt.” I reach a hand up to touch my head and there isn’t so much as a bump or a tender spot.
