Chapter Thirty-Eight
“Fun - pleasure, gaiety, or merriment. Playful, often noisy, activity.”
Piper
I rolled over onto my side, facing the place on the mattress where Dex lay last night, and I opened my eyes.
He was gone. I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed.
Part of me wanted to see what he looked like first thing in the morning.
I smiled, thinking he’d probably look the same, minus the glasses, because I don’t think he ever combed his hair.
I stretched like a cat beneath the blankets and then threw them back and stood, pulling on a thick pair of socks and a sweatshirt over my pajamas. Dex was already up and when I entered the room, he turned from the window.
“Coffee,” he said in a desperate tone.
I laughed and went into the kitchen to get a pot started. “You know these things are really easy to use,” I said, pointing at the coffee maker.
He grunted like he didn’t agree and turned back to look out the window and the beautiful expanse of land and snow.
When the pot was about half full, I pulled it out and poured two cups.
The only thing in the fridge was a container of creamer and I dumped about half in his mug.
When I tasted what he was drinking at the diner the other day, I figured that much was about right.
I grabbed both our mugs and went across the room to where he stood and he took his and drank about half in one great gulp. He groaned appreciatively and I shook my head and took a sip of my less-creamer-laden brew.
“Let’s go do something,” Dex said, his voice full of enthusiasm as if the coffee turned immediately into energy.
“Like what?”
He finished off the rest of his mug and smacked his lips together, then turned from the window and went toward his bag sitting in the corner.
“Layer up,” he said. “You’ll see.”
“What about my coffee?” I asked, smiling. I liked this energetic side of him.
“Drink up, woman. There’s fun to be had!”
He bustled around the room, putting on layers, a coat, and a knit hat. Then he went to the door of the cabin and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get the fun. I’m going to bring it right to you.”
“I’m intrigued.”
“I know,” he said dramatically. “Be ready when I get back!”
Snow swirled through the door when he opened it and went out. I finished up the coffee in my cup, sat it in the sink, and then went to layer up. I had no idea what he was up to, but I really wanted to find out.
By the time I got dressed and was pulling on my coat and gloves, I heard something outside. I went to the door and peaked out the little window beside it. Our “fun” was parked right outside.
I stepped back just as Dex flung open the door, his cheeks pink from the cold.
“Let’s go!” Keys were in his hand.
“That is your idea of fun?” I asked dubiously.
He nodded, not noticing the doubt in my voice. “Come on, get out here!” he said and then disappeared through the door.
I sighed. There was no doubt in my mind that I liked Dex—was falling for him even. But this. I wasn’t so sure about this.
Even still, I went warily outside.