68. Courtney
Chapter 68
Courtney
My feet slap against the floor as I pace my cabin.
“What was that?” I direct my question to Spike.
If she could, she’d lift her spiny eyebrow at me.
“It’s not like I instigated it,” I huff, crossing back into the bedroom.
And it’s not like I put a stop to it.
I groan and drape myself over the edge of the bunk.
“What am I doing?” My voice is muffled by my sweet, squishy mattress.
A knock at the door cuts off my inner chastisement.
I jerk upright and turn to face the front of the cabin.
Is Sterling at my door?
Should I answer?
I start walking across the floor before I can lie to myself.
Of course I’m going to answer.
“Court, you in there?” Cook’s voice filters through the door.
The tension drops out of my shoulders as I heave out a breath.
No need to stress over will I or won’t I fuck my boss, I guess.
I open the door. “Hey. What’s up?”
“You wanna come make some pies or something before the fire?” Cook takes a step back, like I’m going to immediately follow him .
“What fire?”
“The one we have after the first guests of the season leave.” He waves an arm for me to get moving.
I put my hands on my hips. “Those were hardly the first of the season.”
“Okay, fine. We do it pretty much every time a group of guests leave.”
I drop my arms. “If it’s tradition…”