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“That one’s free,” he grinned. “But the next one will cost you.”
“I don’t need an English lesson. What I need is?—”
“Brock?”
I turned to him, pursing my lips. “I’m not the type of person who discusses her private life with anyone else, let alone a man.”
“Really? See, I would think I would be the first person you would come to. I know what men think, I have a penis, and I’m a great listener. Wanna watch a movie?”
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. “Yeah, you’re a great listener.”
“Well, show tunes have a way of clearing my mind. Besides, there are some great lessons to be learned from show tunes. For example, forbidden love. I would say that fits you and Brock to a T.”
“Our love isn’t forbidden.”
“Ah, but you are in love,” he grinned. “See what I did there?”
“Yeah, you put in your own words. That doesn’t mean we’re in love.”
“No, but if you really weren’t falling for the guy, you would have immediately caught on to the word and changed it. But you didn’t do that.”
“Because I’m arguing with a man who I don’t even want to talk to about this stuff!”
“Whom.”
“What?”
“You don’t want to talk to him. If you can replace the subject with him, then you should say whom. I’m arguing with a man whom I don’t even want to talk to about this stuff.” He grinned at me. “See?”
I was going to kill him. I had never in my life actually thought about committing murder before. I was above taking a life or even considering it. I went to lunches and I picked out fine clothes. I did not discuss my personal life in a bedroom with a man who enjoyed torturing people!
…A man whom enjoyed torturing people?
“Ugh!” I shouted, stomping my foot on the floor. “Do you see what you’re doing to me?”
“Getting you to loosen up?”
“No! You’re driving me insane! I don’t correct my English in my own head!”
“Technically, you wouldn’t anyway. You don’t correct English in anyone else’s head either.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You said in my own head. It’s completely unnecessary to say my own head. No one’s going to suggest you correct people’s English in their head.”
I shoved my fingers through my hair, trying my best to calm down. This would be okay. I could survive this trip. It was a vacation. That’s how I had to look at it. I was on a nice vacation in the middle of nowhere, with a lake near the house. It was peaceful and charming and completely…desolate.
“Are you freaking out? I have a feeling you’re freaking out. Was it the whole who versus whom thing? Because we don’t have to talk about English. Perhaps you’d like to discuss your favorite show tune. Ooh! Or we could talk about the joys of Funyuns!”
I stormed out of the room, unable to take a second more of this. I heard his boots following me down the steps, each one louder than the last. I had to get out of here. I had to find a way back to my house in the city with my pretty clothes and my facial creams. I hadn’t moisturized in days! I probably looked like a prune!
I ran down the deck steps, heading toward the lake. There was no way I was driving again, but maybe there would be a boater who would take mercy on me. I rushed through the grass, fighting off branches and some annoying thing that kept buzzing in my ear. By the time I made it to the lake, I was huffing and puffing, breathing in the cleanest air I’d ever come across.
I was in hell.
Where were all the car horns and police sirens? There wasn’t a single person to run into. There were no skyscrapers lining the sidewalks. Nobody was threatening to jump from a high-rise. What was this insane form of torture?
I stopped by the edge of the lake, breathing hard as I stared at the water. I was having another panic attack. Just when I thought I could handle this, my instincts kicked in, telling me I would be eaten if I stayed out here much longer.
