“I honestly have no clue.We received orders, and we went.”
“Simple as that?”
“Simple as that,” he replies.“Water?”But his tone suggests there was a lot more to it than simply following orders.And if I weren’t so afraid of him tugging my secrets loose, I might have tried to press further.
“Yes, please.”
Garrison turns away and retrieves two water bottles from the kitchen.He opens one before offering it to me, then opens his own.
Another simple gesture, just like the door, and yet— “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met,” I blurt.
“Don’t meet many demolition experts in your day-to-day?”
I snort.“No, that’s not what I meant.You’re just—” I trail off, trying to choose my words carefully so I don’t end up telling himexactlyhow hard I’m falling for him.Sweet gesture by sweet gesture, he’s repairing the damage Victor inflicted.“Sweet.Most men would have already tried something, and you’re making me nachos.”
A hint of a smile plays at his mouth.“You told me you wanted to be friends.So this is me, making my friend something to eat.I also plan to make my friend tea once I’ve showered.”He straightens and pushes the plate toward me.“Which I’m going to go do right now.Need anything before I go?”
Just you.“No, I’m okay.”I lift another chip from the plate.“Thanks, Garrison.For everything.”
“Anytime, Katelyn.”He moves past me and into his room, then closes the door behind him.Moments later, I hear the shower turn on, and I stare at the door, half-hoping he’ll come rushing out and tell me that he doesn’t want to be just friends.
That it’s not enough anymore.
And I’m also half terrified that he will do just that.