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“Oh, which one?” Landon asks, looking at me with a raised brow.
“Soto, the young one.” Ken looks in the rearview mirror again. “He’s your professor right now, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he is,” Landon answers.
“I don’t remember where he’s going, but I think he’s transferring out,” Ken says.
“Good thing,” Landon remarks under his breath, but I catch it and smile at him. Neither one of us really likes Professor Soto’s style and lack of academic rigor. Though I did enjoy the journaling he had us do.
Karen’s voice is soft, and it slides between my thoughts. “Do the two of you have a place already?”
“No. I had an apartment, or so I thought, but the woman seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. It was perfect, too, right in my budget and close to the office,” I tell her.
Hardin shifts a little beside me, and I want to add that he isn’t joining me in Seattle, but I’m hoping to use this trip to convince him otherwise, so I stay quiet.
“You know, Tessa, I have a few friends in Seattle. I can see about getting you a place before Monday, if you’d like,” Ken offers.
“No,” Hardin says quickly.
I look over at him. “Actually, I would like that,” I say and meet Ken’s reflected gaze. “Otherwise I’ll be spending a fortune staying at a hotel until I can find a place.”
Hardin waves his dad off. “It’s fine. I’m sure Sandra will call her back.”
That’s strange, I think and look at him. “How’d you know her name?” I ask.
“What?” He blinks a couple of times. “You’ve only said it one hundred times.”
“Oh,” I say, and he spreads his hand across my thigh, squeezing gently.
“Well, just let me know if you want me to call anyone,” Ken offers again.
AFTER ANOTHER TWENTY MINUTES or so, Karen looks back at us, excitement bursting through her expression. “So how about I Spy?”
Landon’s lips turn up into a vibrant smile. “Yeah, Hardin, how about I Spy?”
Hardin leans against me, his head on my shoulder, and his arm wraps around me. “I’m good. I mean, it sounds wonderful, but it’s nap time for me. I’m sure Tessa and Landon would love to play.”
Despite his mocking the game, the public intimacy warms me and makes me smile. I remember a time when Hardin would only hold my hand under the dinner table at his father’s house, and now he doesn’t seem fazed to be holding me in front of his family.
“Okay! I’ll go first,” Karen says. “I spy with my little eye . . . something . . . blue!” she squeals.
Hardin chuckles lightly, against me. “Ken’s shirt,” he whispers and nuzzles further into me.
“The navigation screen?” Landon guesses.
“No,”
“Ken’s shirt?” I ask.
“Yes! Tessa, it’s your turn now.”
Hardin pinches me a little in acknowledgment, but I’m focused on Karen’s massive smile. She’s having way too much fun with these cheesy games, but she’s too sweet for me to not to play along.
“Okay, I spy something”—I look down at Hardin—“black.”
“Hardin’s soul!” Landon shouts, and I laugh.
Hardin opens one eye and sticks up a middle finger at his stepbrother.
“You’re right!” I exclaim, giggling.
“Well then, the lot of you can shut up so me and my black soul can get some sleep,” he says, eyes closed.
We ignore him and continue, and only a few minutes later Hardin’s breathing turns heavy and he begins to snore lightly into my neck. He mumbles for a moment before sliding down, putting his head on my lap and bringing his other arm around my waist. Landon seems to take that as a cue and lies across the middle seat, joining Hardin in sleep. Even Karen times out and ends up falling asleep.
I enjoy the silence as I stare out the window, watching the lush scenery shoot past us.
“We’re getting close, only a few more miles,” Ken says to the car, to nobody in particular.
I nod in acknowledgment and run my fingers through Hardin’s soft hair. His eyelids flutter lightly under my touch, but he doesn’t wake up. I trail my fingers down his back, slowly, taking in the view of him sleeping so peacefully, his arms wrapped tightly around my body.
Soon we turn onto a small street, the entirety of it lined with large pine trees. Silently, I watch out the window as we turn onto another street and round a corner, bringing the coast into view with sudden immediacy. It’s beautiful.
Glittering blue water meets the shoreline, creating a gorgeous contrast. The grass is brown, though, dead from a harsher-than-normal Washington winter. I can’t imagine how beautiful this place must be in the summer.
“Here we are,” Ken says, pulling into a long driveway.
I look toward the front of the car and see a large wooden cabin. Clearly, the Scotts’ definition of “small cabin” is very different from mine. The one I’m looking at is two stories tall, made entirely of dark cherrywood, and has a white-trimmed porch wrapping around the ground floor.
“Hardin, wake up.” I run my index finger over his jawline.
His eyes open, and he blinks rapidly, confused for a moment, then he sits up and wipes his eyes with his knuckles.
“Honey, we’re here,” Ken says to his wife, and she lifts up her head, followed by her son.
Still a little dazed, Hardin carries our bags inside, where Ken shows him to the room we’re staying in. I follow Karen into the kitchen while Landon takes his bags to his room as well.