Page 24 of Lost in You

“Thanks for the bathwater.”

“It’s heating up right now.”

She smiles. “I can’t wait.”

The first bite of my first hot meal in nearly a week doesn’t disappoint. I nod with approval and we both eat in silence for a minute. Trinity made me an enormous plate and I plan to eat every last morsel.

“I’ll go out again tomorrow,” I say. “I figure I’ll try a different direction.”

She nods, her expression telling me she’s not a big fan of the idea.

“I saw a plane overhead when I was out. It was too far up for anyone to see me.”

“Do you think it was the search party?”

I shrug. “It could have been a commercial plane, I don’t know.”

“At least we have a safe place to wait it out,” she murmurs. “And plenty of food.”

She nibbles at the food, only half of it gone by the time I’m finished with my entire plate. My concern for her is at the front of my mind. Something’s not right.

My only chance to look her over for injuries might be when she’s taking a bath. I don’t want to look like a perv, but I have to know if she’s hurt. An infection while stuck here would be serious. I’m not sure what I’ll do if I find out she’s got something going on that needs quick treatment, but it’s not knowing that’s making me crazy right now.

“You should eat the rest of that,” I tell her, nodding toward her half-empty plate.

“I can’t.”

“Why not? We’re literally starving here.”

“I’m just not hungry for more.” She picks up both of our plates and takes them over to the counter. “I’m going to wash these and then take a bath.”

I press my lips together, willing myself not to argue with her. We’ve got to get along, or we’ll both be miserable.

Whatever’s going on with her, I’m going to have to figure it out on my own.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Trinity

“Could you maybe...wait in the outhouse?”

Lincoln gapes at me, clearly not on board with the idea. “The outhouse? It’s cold as shit out there.”

“I can make it fast. Ten minutes?”

He lowers his brows, consternation written all over his face. “It took me an hour to fill that tub, and you want to take a ten-minute bath?”

I’m in no mood to bicker with him. My headache hasn’t budged an inch and the fatigue and nausea have gotten even worse.

“No, I’d love to sit in there for an hour, but not with you watching me.”

“Who said I’m going to watch you?” he snaps. “I can keep my eyes to myself.”

I sigh heavily. “I know you wouldn’t gawk or anything, but you could accidentally glance over.”

“I won’t.”

My hot bubble bath is standing by and it’s been so long since I bathed that I can smell myself, making his stubbornness an even sharper thorn in my side. “Would you want to get naked in front of someone you just met a week ago?”

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