Caleb didn't wait for me to acknowledge his envelope as it was, messaging me during supper. I slipped out the side door but remained there to wait for him, pressed against the cold steel door. He walked down and stopped at the bottom of the boathouse steps.
Are you coming over? I want to talk to you.
No. We're making tea and dessert. What is it?
Can you come later then?
No. You know this.
Tomorrow is New Years Eve, Neamhchiontach.
Yes, I know.
Happy New Year in advance.
Bridget, what are your plans?
I'm curious. What's the matter? Come here.
I told you, we're getting dessert together. I have to go in. Did you need anything else?
I'll speak with you in the morning.
I doubt it.
The look on his face was frightening. I don't. You have obligations to meet. Shutting me out is a fool's errand. Tell him that. He turned and went up the steps.
I remained in the cold until PJ opened the door and then the warmth of the house hit me like a wall. Got enough fresh air? Matt made you a tea that might set fire to your soul, if you're interested in getting over that cold. Not surprised you're still sick though, you're out here without a jacket.
I was on the other side of the door the whole time, Bridget. With my hand on the knob. I think it would probably be better if I was on the same side as you.
You are, PJ. Don't worry about that. Where's Loch?
Duncan's sitting on him. Couldn't you hear him yelling for me to open the door and not just try to listen in?
I think your hearing is selective, you know that? He was fucking loud.