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What’s another two to three days until Silas has a vacancy?
I can keep my distance and just like Rita said, Brynn will probably spend most of her time in her room writing.
I have six more days before Cammy gets here, and by then, Brynn should be in a hotel room or on a flight home.
I spend the next several hours making sure that I’ve done everything I can before tonight. With the wind starting to pick up to the point where the sand was blowing in my eyes, I headed for my garage to work on a few projects for my boat, which is currently anchored out in the bay with other boats to keep it from banging around in the marina.
It's dark out now and I’m starving.
I’ve done my best to stay out of the house and out of Brynn’s way.
The first thing I notice when I walk in through the front door is the smell of something cooking.
I hear the sound of plates and utensils rattling around in the kitchen. Brynn must have made herself dinner.
I don’t blame her for not waiting for me.
It’s nearly nine o’clock at night and I’m surprised she waited this long.
I walk into the kitchen to find Brynn with tortillas, shredded cheese, and diced ham from the breakfast leftovers, all played out with a hot pan on the stove.
“Oh, hi,” she says as she slices up a fresh mango and slides the fruit onto a plate. "I hope you don't mind that I helped myself to your fridge. I didn’t know if you had eaten, but I’m just about to make some ham and cheese quesadillas. Do you want one?”
I look around the kitchen to find that there isn't a single dirty dish from this morning's breakfast in the sink.
She did the dishes.
Usually, I would have cleaned those up before going outside, but I was in a hurry to get out of the house.
“Sure, but I can make my own. You don’t have to assemble it for me.”
“You already made me breakfast and you let me stay here. I’d be happy to make you dinner.”
I nod, giving in.
It’s a nice gesture since I need to sit down. My body hurts from climbing ladders and squatting all day on the roof while I fixed the solar panels in the high winds.
“Take a seat and tell me what you want in your quesadilla," she says
I walk over to the barstool and take a seat. Brynn pushes the plate of sliced mango between us as if to share it with me.
My mouth waters at the smell of fresh fruit, so I pick up a slice and plop it in my mouth before answering.
I must be starving because I swear I've never had a mango taste this good.
“Cheese, ham, and some of that sour cream is fine. Just fill it up, and I’ll take two, please. I usually eat a lot, and I missed lunch.”
“Coming right up,” she says, pulling out a large flour tortilla and tossing it on the pan to heat it up.
Next, she starts to layer on the cheese and ham.
“Is this enough?" She asks after only adding a handful of ham.
There’s a large amount of ham sitting on the chopping block where she diced it all up so I know she’s not trying to be stingy with the protein, she just doesn’t understand how much I have to consume to keep up my energy at the performance level that my body is used to, I don’t expect her to. She and I don’t know each other at all.
I get off my chair and head towards her.
Showing her is going to be a lot easier for both of us.
