The tent unzips slowly and her bright eyes peek out through the darkness. “You shouldn’t have come out here.” She zips the tent back into place.
“They’re calling for sixty mile an hour winds tonight. A tree could fall on your tent. Do you know what happens if a tree falls on your tent?”
“Just go!”
I pull my knife from my pocket. “If I have to slice in there and carry you back to the truck, I will.”
She stills and her flashlight clicks off. “Did Amber set you up to do this, too? Because if she did, she crossed a line. I’m perfectly—”
“Nope. This is all me.” I grip the side of the tent with one hand and lay my knife against the canvas. “Last chance to come out on your own.”
“Ugh!” She slides the zipper down and pokes out further this time. Her hair is tied up, and she’s wearing an oversized hoodie as she stays folded into her sleeping bag. “I told you already, I can’t go right now.”
“Why?” I growl through the rain that’s soaking me to the bone.
Her gaze sticks on mine as lightning flashes nearby. I notice now that there’s a scar on the corner of her left eye I hadn’t seen before. The line is fresh and there’s slight bruising around the edges.
I kneel down toward her. My hand instinctively moves toward her face. “Did someone hurt you?”
She flinches away. “No. Now please leave. You’re only going to get yourself into trouble.”
My stomach tenses as I stare toward her. I’ve seen this look before.
There’s no way I’m walking away now.
