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And it’s the reminder of the friendship that predated our relationship that makes me decide to strike up a conversation. “So was camp really that terrible, or were you just being dramatic?”
He huffs a laugh. “Both.”
“Same guys as last year?”
“Yeah, for the most part. I hung out with the same crew, at least. Coach Jackson was there.”
I nod, then realize he can’t tell. “Nice.”
A pause, before he asks, “Everything okay at the shelter?”
“Yeah. It’s been busy. We’re almost to capacity, which sucks.”
“Isn’t Eileen putting in a new kennel?”
“I thought so, but she’s changed the subject every time it’s come up. Guessing there’s a money concern. She’s paying me more than minimum wage and wants to start compensating Jackie for her time too.”
“Did you know she’s friends with Harrison’s sister?”
“Um, yeah.” I battle curiosity and lose. “She told you that?”
“No, he did.”
“What? Why?”
“He was giving me some shit for showing up there yesterday.”
My stomach jolts uncomfortably. Unfortunately, Harrison has always been a touchy subject between us. It explains some of the tension last night. “I didn’t ask him to do that.”
“I know.”
“I’d rather you show up more, not less.” It’s easier to admit that while staring at Holden’s back instead of his face.
His steps seem to falter for a half-second. “I thought it was the opposite. Your place where you didn’t want distractions.”
“I never said that. You used to come by and help out. Then you just…stopped. We never discussed it.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
I blink rapidly. Apologizing is not Holden’s typical response.
“Thanks,” I finally say, not sure that’s the appropriate reply and equally uncertain what is.
The incline we’re climbing steepens suddenly, tree roots sticking out at awkward angles. I focus on pulling deeper breaths into my lungs, feeling sweat dampen the back of my neck.
A few rock boulders appear ahead, and I’m very tempted to suggest we stop at one. But my pride pushes me ahead, focusing on Holden’s back and continually climbing toward it.
Ten minutes later, the path evens out. Clumped earth turns to flat stone.
The view is impressive. Leaves flutter like a living, green wave, stretching down and around in every direction. A sloping slant of greenery that leads all the way to the sandy shore on the other side of the mountain. Just past it, the dazzling glint of sunshine off blue water.
“Wow.”
“Careful.” A warm palm wraps around my elbow, tugging me to a stop.
I glance down, belatedly registering the slope on the other side of the rock face.
“Thanks.”
