Page 60 of Torin

“Still sorry.”

He turns toward the lodge, and I’m grateful he keeps walking.

Hannah watches him disappear inside.

“He doesn’t like me, does he?”

I clear my throat. “There’s something I should’ve told you. The bear you swerved to avoid yesterday? That was Orson.”

She stares at me. “I thought it was you.”

“I know.”

Her expression changes as she puts it together. “So that’s why he was staring at my bruises.”

“Yeah. He feels terrible.”

“He could have just told me.”

“He’s not great at that.”

“You could have told me.”

“Yeah.” I pull at my beard. “I should have.”

She considers that for a moment, then nods.

Then she rubs her hands over her arms. “I think I should go back to the cabin.”

Damn. Her cheeks are still flushed, her lips swollen from kissing me.

“Sure. Let me grab my keys.”

She gives me a small smile, and I head inside to pick them up.

The last streaks of daylight are fading from the sky as we drive back down the mountain.

By the time we reach Bennett’s cabin, it’s dark. I pull up outside and leave the engine running.

Hannah turns toward me. She’s still wearing my shirt, and I have to resist the urge to pull her across the seat and kiss her again.

“I had a really nice day,” she says.

“Me too.”

Her smile is small. “All of it.”

Something tightens in my chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She reaches for the door, then pauses. “I’m keeping the shirt tonight.”

“Wasn’t going to ask for it.”

She smiles and opens the door.

“Hannah.”