Page 16 of His Reckoning

He opens the fridge. “Very.”

“Then, yes, you should probably be concerned.”

Melissa laughs and waves me toward the kitchen.

“Come sit,” she says. “Colton’s making dinner.”

Colton points a wooden spoon at her. “You volunteered me for that.”

“You like cooking.”

“I like cooking when people don’t announce it like a restaurant opening.”

I slide onto one of the stools at the kitchen island.

“So,” Melissa says, leaning against the counter across from me, “what did Sawyer do?”

“First of all,” I say, “he came home last night and immediately started criticizing my writing process.”

Colton looks up from the cutting board. “That sounds like Sawyer.”

“See?” I say, gesturing toward him. “He admits it.”

“I said, it sounds like him,” Colton says. “That doesn’t mean he was wrong.”

Melissa smiles slightly. “What exactly did he say?”

“He accused me of losing an argument with my keyboard.”

Colton chuckles. “That’s actually pretty good.”

“You’re both terrible,” I inform him.

Melissa studies me for a moment. “You argued with him, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point.”

“That means yes,” she says to Colton over her shoulder.

“He started it.”

Colton points the knife he’s holding in my direction. “That’s also something Sawyer would say.”

I sigh and lean forward, resting my elbows on the counter.

“He’s very calm,” I say. “And annoyingly observant.”

Melissa nods slowly. “ That sounds like Sawyer.”

“It’s like arguing with someone who refuses to get emotionally involved in the argument.”

Colton grins. “That’s because he enjoys watching people argue with him.”

“That’s incredibly irritating.”

“That’s the point,” he replies.

Melissa crosses her arms. “So, you two got along great.”