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“Do you even know?”
“Beats me.”
“You mean Trent doesn’t talk to you about what goes on with him and Maggie, either? You guys are together all day in that little office, and on plenty of your days off, too. If you guys don’t talk about relationship drama, what do you even talk about?”
“Fish.”
He’s serious.
I wish he wasn’t.
I groan. “You guys kill me.”
“Maybe talking’s overrated. Maybe those two don’t even need to talk.”
“Relationships are about communication.”
“There are more ways to communicate than with words,” he says gruffly.
What does he mean by that? Wait. I think he’s talking about getting physical. Lovey-dovey. Down and dirty. All those things.
A shiver skitters down my spine. It’s the good kind of shiver. I think I’m blushing.
Noway.
This is Cole, and nothing he says should make me blush, or make that ticklish feeling whisper down my back.
What’s going on here? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we’re walking up this path together, and I’ve been staring at his backside in his fitted Wrangler jeans for the past few minutes.
Cole’s in good shape. Really good shape. Even though he annoys me to no end, I can’t deny the fact that he’s hot—in a too-much-facial-hair, broody, engine-oil-stains kind of way.
We reach the end of the path. A big expanse of orangish-red cliffs forms a wall about a half mile away. In front of it are little rolling hills of Juniper and pinyon pine trees, and before that, a circle of round, white tents.
Are these yurts?
They're sort of small.
Pipes poke out from the roofs, and there’s a neatly stacked pile of wood near each.
I don’t see any electricity lines.
Maybe the electric’s buried underground, for aesthetic reasons. This view is pristine, and wires would gum it up.
“I just hope they work it out,” I tell Cole, as I catch up to him near the sign.
“If they do, they do. If not, maybe it wasn’t meant to be.” I swat him.
“No way. We didn’t come all this way for them to end it. Don’t you want them to get married?”
“What happens between them is between them,” he insists. “It’s not my business, and it’s not really yours, either.”
The sun’s blazing down on us. I’m way overdressed. I yank off my sweater and note the way Cole’s eyes slide my way.
But he looks away fast.
Ever since high school, he’s been like this. He asked me out once in high school, to a dance. I said no. And since then, he barely pays any attention to me.
Even when I sit right on his desk.
