Chapter 29
Tilda
I feel refreshed as I step out of the gym. And I decide it was a good idea to come over for a little walk. I’m not sweaty, but I do feel accomplished.
I reach up and touch the bill of my—Ethan’s—hat.
When he put it on me yesterday, it was a little sweaty. And that should have grossed me out. Usually, just the idea of someone else’s sweat makes me want to gag.
Except when it comes to grumpy park rangers with mismatched eyes and tattoos and muscles for days… I’m apparently unbothered.
Not simply unbothered by his sweaty hat. I liked it.
Shaking my head at myself, I exhale.
The entrance to the gym is on the side of the building, so I turn, planning to head back the way I came, down the little walkway that leads to the sidewalk.
But as I take a step, I feel something brush against my shoulder.