Page 53 of Mr. B

“Wes?”

Wes opened his eyes to find Cassandra standing over him in the dark room. “Another freak accident?”

“No. I’m cold and really uncomfortable.”

He raised up onto his elbow. “Are we feeling a little less stubborn now?”

“Can I please share the bed with you?”

He dropped back down to the pillow. “Mi cama. Su cama.”

She was holding the pillow as she walked around the end of the bed and slipped in next to him. The bed bounced a few times until she got comfortable, then it stilled. Wes was now in a situation he never, in a million years, thought he’d be in again, and he wondered if she could hear how loudly his heart was beating.

Sleep didn’t come to him until long after Cassandra’s breathing had slowed and become regular. When the movement of the bed woke him, the sun was up, and Cassandra was heading for the bathroom. The light in the room was gray from the overcast sky, and the rain was still coming down. Wes rolled onto his back. They’d made it through the night.

He was up and dressed when Cassandra came out of the bathroom with damp, tousled hair. The woman could look good in the middle of a hurricane.

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing. Did you look in your room?”

“I’m a little afraid to.”

Wes walked past her to the bathroom, then opened the door to her room. He closed it and turned around, running into Cassandra standing right behind him.

“Jeez.”

“Sorry.” She took a step back. “Is it that bad in there?”

“Yeah.”

“So, what now? Are we roomies for the rest of the week?”

“I, um…I’ll call the camp administration office and have them send their maintenance guys out to take a look.”

“Would these be the same guys who didn’t notice that the roof was ready to fail the second it rained for more than a few minutes?”

“I imagine so.”

“Can we sue them or something?”

“Not if we want to keep coming back here every year.”

“The roof fell on me.”

“Twenty-two years, Cassandra.”

“Can we at least ask them to replace my phone?”

He smiled. “I’ll suggest it.”

“Thank you.”

A knock on the door brought them both to attention, and when they realized it was someone at her door, Cassandra whispered, “Bailey.” She went to the door. “You should stay here.”

She opened it, and Wes followed her outside. She glanced back at him, then smiled at Bailey, whose mouth was hanging open.

“Oh my gosh, Mom.”