Page 10 of The Problem with Falling
I huffed, shaking my head in disbelief at the question. “Not interested in deep talks.”
“I don’t like small talk.”
“I don’t like any talk.”
“Are you antisocial?”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“I’m social-social.”
“Shocking,” I replied sarcastically. Even though she was beautiful, I wished she’d stop talking. I was still stuck on how stupid she was for jumping into the lake at two in the damn morning. “You know, you could’ve died from that dive,” I scolded, unable to keep that thought to myself. Which was odd… I was almost always able to keep my thoughts to myself.
“Meh.” She shrugged. “Death’s coming for us all.”
“No need to rush the process.”
She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head slightly. “What can I say? I’m a speed racer.”
I tilted her head back into place.Damn this woman. What was her deal?She kept her eyes on me, and that left me feeling such unease.I felt dizzy whenever she stared. I didn’t like the way she looked at me. It was as if she were trying to read my locked-away pages.
“You keep to yourself, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“Are you lonely?”
“Never.”
“What happened to make you want to keep to yourself?”
“Nothing.”
“Yes, it did.”
“What makes you think something happened to me?”
“The way your eyes look.”
I sat back a bit and rested my elbows on my kneecaps. “And how exactly do my eyes look?”
“A little bit sad.”
“You don’t know shit about me,” I grumbled, unease building up within me.
Willow stayed calm. “You don’t need to know someone to know sad eyes.”
“What the hell were you doing out there naked and alone, huh?” I snapped, annoyed that she thought she could see me. Annoyed that it felt as if shecouldsee me. “Do you know how dangerous it is for a woman to be out at those hours alone? Anything could’ve happened to you.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity.”
“What opportunity?”
“To bathe under the full moon and soak in its energy before howling up toward it.”
Oh hell.
I was stitching up a bizarre woman.
