(Mira)
Ridge carried me to the bedroom a little while after we finished eating.
He set me down carefully and I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room. Small and simple. Wood walls. One window that looked out toward the trees. A lamp on the side table throwing everything in the same warm low light as the rest of the cabin.
It didn't look like much. But it had given us something this week that I hadn't known we needed until we had it.
Ridge sat down beside me. He didn't say anything right away. Just sat there the way he sat sometimes when he was thinking something through and hadn't finished yet.
"What?" I said.
"Nothing."
"You're doing that thing."
He looked at me. "What thing?"
"Where you think loudly without saying anything."
He smiled at that. Then he said, "I wa
