She tilted her head studying him, wondering what it was that made her heart beat the way it did and her tummy flip when she was around him.
Was it that he had saved her?
Or was it just that every person was gifted one person who completed them, and she was lucky enough that she had found hers.
She liked to think that they were both true.
Her arm was out the window, the scenery flying by as her hand did that up and down thing that left her feeling like she was floating alongside the car. They had been driving for a few hours, and with each mile she was remembering just why she had wanted to travel when she was younger.
“Can you get my wallet out of the glove box?” he asked exiting the freeway. It had been a few hours and she was starting to get antsy. She hadn’t ever really sat this long before.
It was a good thing that they needed gas.
She reached forward and grabbed his wallet. Taking a quick glance at him, she flipped it open, being nosy. He chuckled as she scanned the business cards and came to his driver’s license.
It was something that she was going to have to take care of.
“How am I going to go about getting my life back together? Like the paperwork and everything. I mean I don’t even have a birth certificate,” she muttered, and he gave her a funny look.
“I just mean that I don’t have anything that says who I am.”
“Winter, when we first got to the cabin, I took care of all of that. I have everything you need when you are ready for it.”
“Everything?” She gaped at him.
Had she really had her head in the sand that much?
“Yes. Birth certificate, driver’s license, passport.” His tone was quick and grating as if he didn’t like the words.
His brow furrowed again.
Did he think she was going to be mad?
She turned to look at him, pulling her leg up under her, so that she was fully facing him, and studied his face. He kept glancing at her, a huff leaving him each time, but she just sat there waiting him out.
Something was bothering him.
“Mark?”
“Just let it go, little bird,” he said, pulling into the gas station.
She thought about backing down. She really did. After all he hadn’t pushed her when she had needed the time. But this wasn’t that.
And she had a feeling that whatever was bothering him, had to do with her.
He pulled up to the pump and shut off the engine, his hand coming up to rest on the wheel as he kept his gaze out front.
“I just don’t know if I’m enough for you,” he muttered tensely, and she gaped at him.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He grunted, then he got out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed in her heart and caused her to flinch.
