I’m. Just. Not. Crafty.
Madden comes running up. “Mom, Caden and Alexander are in the arcade—are they supposed to be in there?”
“Not really.” Sawyer sighs. “I’m sorry.” He rubs his forehead. “I didn’t mean to go off like that.”
“She sounds amazing.” She does, and what else is there really to say?
“She was.”
We stand there a moment. His eyes are still sad and abstracted, like he’s looking far into the past. He tugs one earlobe, frowns, then seems to come back to the present. “I’d better collect Caden and Alexander.” He shoots me one more look—one I can’t read—and jogs off to retrieve his wayward charges from the arcade.
I stand, watching him, dazed.
I don’t think Trevor ever would have talked about me that way. Like the most ordinary things I did were infused with magic.
I drag in a shallow breath, then another. I’m shaking, I realize. But it’s not because of how much I wish Trevor had felt that way about me.
It’s because of how much I wish Sawyer did.
Elle Dunning, what are you doing????