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“What do you think Lane?”
He turned and looked over his shoulder at his mom.
“Do you like the food?” she asked, sitting down beside him.
“Ah yeah,” he nodded. “It’s rather tasty, shockingly.”
“Good. Everyone agrees. Um, do you know where Desi went off to? Kim said you were the last to see her.”
Lane shrugged his shoulders. “The last I saw her she was going up the back staircase.”
“Did you say something to upset her?” Abbi squinted her eyes. “Kim told me what happened.”
“No! Well not really. I just asked her why she was here.” Now that he thought about it, he was rude to her.
“Lane that’s none of your business.”
“I know. I feel bad, but she pissed me off.”
“Because of the biscuits? That’s not like you.”
She was right, that wasn’t like him. There was just something that he couldn’t pinpoint that got under his skin where Destiny was concerned. Maybe, it was because he was so used to getting answers when he asked or the fact that he thought Kim was playing matchmaker. Which never would happen, Desi was just not his type.
“I guess I should apologize to her. I’ll be back.” He stood and pushed away from the table then headed toward the doorway to the hall. He went straight to the front foyer instead of turning left towards the kitchen. Once there he stopped and turned to see if anyone was following him. The coast was clear as he headed to the front desk instead of going up the main staircase. Now all he had to do was find a brochure. He was so intent on searching for one that he didn’t see Destiny sneaking past with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder; headed straight for the front doors, until he saw a flash of white out of the corner of his eye.
His first thought was that it was the ghost of old man Anderson. No matter how many times he’d seen the apparition with his own eyes, it always caught him off guard. He jumped and yelled, “Holy shit!”
Instinctively, she threw her duffle bag at him as she screamed and jumped herself.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed.
“Me? What the hell is wrong with you that you throw shit at me all the time?”
“I did not throw anything at you!”
He raised his brows and tested the weight of the bag in his hands. “Oh yeah?”
“That’s different, you scared the crap out of me.”
“And the biscuits?”
“You threw them at yourself. It’s not my fault you can’t carry things without dropping them.” She held out her hand. “Can I have my bag back please?”
He ignored her and asked, “Were you trying to sneak out of here?”
She took a deep breath and silently counted to ten. “No.”
“Liar.”
“I am not,” she shot back, despite him being right.
“You know, my family absolutely loved the dinner you made. As a matter of fact, my mom wants to talk to you. It would be shitty of you to just up and leave without seeing what she wanted...”
Desi weighed his words, and he was right. It would be. As much as she wanted to get away from the inn, more specifically the man standing before her, she knew it wouldn’t be a good thing to just cut out. Despite Pearl Lake being a vacation destination, the locals knew each other, and word would get around. She would never be able to find a job and with no job there would be no place to stay. She would never be able to find Nala if she were homeless and penniless.
“Fine. I’ll talk to her. But give me back my bag.”
He held it at arm’s length by his index finger. “One thing. If my mother asks, I apologized.”
