Page 52 of Someone You Love


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“I’m more worried about snakes on the campground than Bryce murdering me.” I smile. “I’ve gotta run. Just wanted to check in.”

“Share your location with me so I know where to send the search team when you turn up missing.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. How does someone turn up missing?”

“Just do it!” she screeches.

I throw my head back and laugh as I end the call. But I accept her location invite just in case. One can never be too careful.

“Jenny thinks you’re going to murder me,” I say as I breeze into the kitchen at the inn.

Bryce’s chin jerks back. “Who’s Jenny, and why does she think I’m a murderer?”

“She’s my best friend, and she doesn’t like that I’m going camping with a six-foot-five, three-hundred-pound linebacker.”

He smirks as he plates two Belgium waffles. “Sounds like a good friend.”

“The best. She’s fiercely loyal, and she’d do anything for me. So if you do plan on murdering me, you’ll have her to answer to.”

He rests his knuckles on the island, and the muscles in his arms dance under his skin. “If I wanted to murder you, why would I go through the trouble in taking you on a trip when I could just kill you in your sleep?”

“Because you could dispose of my body in a lake. Plus, you wouldn’t want to implicate Nana by killing someone on her property.”

He nods in agreement. “True. Nana would never last a day in jail.”

“Not without her heels.” I grin. “Hey, does Nana ever get out? I mean, besides shopping in town. I kind of feel guilty that she’s stuck here while we go off galivanting for the weekend.”

The door swings open, and Nana walks in. “I’ve done plenty of galivanting in my day. You two enjoy yourselves.”

Bryce exits the kitchen holding a tray to serve the hungry guests in the dining room.

Nana waits until the door closes before turning to me. “Promise me you’ll be careful out there. Keep an eye on him for me.”

My head tilts to the side. “What do you mean?”

She lowers her voice, coming around the corner of the island. “Sometimes he pushes himself too hard. I know he’s strong and capable, but I worry about him.”

“Because of his injury.”

She nods. “He’s come a long way, but he still has his limitations. He can forget that at times.”

Unease twists my gut hearing Beatrice talk about Bryce like this. She’s the only family he has left, and I know she feels like it’s her duty to look after him. But she should trust that he’s able to make decisions for himself when it comes to his physical capabilities.

“Bryce wouldn’t do something if he didn’t think he could do it.” I squeeze her hand. “You have nothing to worry about. We’ll be safe, I promise.”

Bryce walks back through the door, and Nana clears her throat. “You kids get out of here. I’ll handle the dishes today.”

We protest, but she shoos us out of the kitchen.

I kiss Edward on the head, and give him a long hug. “You be a good boy for Beatrice, you hear me?”

Bryce is quiet until we get out to the porch. “What did Nana say to you?”

I feign ignorance. “What? When?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “She was whispering, and that woman never whispers. What did she say, Charly?”

“She’s worried about you.”

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