A Lie for a Lie (All In) - Helena Hunting Page 0,29
me go when he’s sure I have my footing. I wrench the door open, scrambling into the passenger seat with help from RJ. Once I’m safe inside, he tosses my suitcase into the back seat and rushes around the hood.
It’s warm and dry inside, apart from where I’m dripping all over the seat and the floor. In the short distance between the cabin and the truck, my coat got soaked through to my shirt. RJ blasts the heat, and I buckle myself in.
The windshield wipers are on full speed, but the rain is coming down faster and harder than they can do their job. It takes twice as long to get back to his place, because branches have fallen on the road and he has to swerve around some of the larger ones.
Once we reach Sweet View Home, he presses an automatic garage-door opener and pulls in. Shifting into park, he cuts the engine. “Come on, let’s get you inside and dried off.”
Despite the blasting heat, my teeth are still chattering—I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or the anxiety. “That w-would be n-nice.”
RJ is out of the truck and around the passenger side before I even have my seat belt unfastened. Although I can’t really feel my fingers, so hitting the release button is more difficult than usual. I manage to free myself as RJ opens the door. He wraps his wide palms around my waist and lifts me out of the truck. I brace my hands on his shoulders, embarrassed and strangely turned on by how easy it is for him to pick me up like I weigh no more than a toddler.
He sets me down, and I huddle into myself, still shivering, as I wait for him to grab my stuff from the back seat. I follow him inside, not knowing what to say. My shoes make a squishy sound as I step onto a mat in what’s clearly the mudroom. This space alone is probably bigger than my entire cabin.
I drop to one knee and focus on the task of untying my shoes. The laces are soaked, and they pull tighter instead of looser when I tug the loops. I’m frustrated, embarrassed, and still trying to get a handle on how anxious I am.
“Hey.” RJ drops down into a crouch in front of me. He’s still wearing rain boots, which are far more practical than my running shoes.
“I keep making the knots tighter.” I avoid making eye contact by continuing the futile task of untying my shoes.
His warm hand covers mine. “You’re freezing. Let me help, Lainey.”
I stop fighting with the knots and let him take over. He leaves the laces and pulls my shoes off. My socks are soaked, along with every other part of me, and they stick to the shoes, coming off with a wet suction sound. I’m sure the bottoms of my feet are wrinkly, and the rest of me looks like a splotchy drowned rat.
My teeth won’t stop chattering as RJ helps me to my feet and unzips my coat. It lands on the floor with a heavy thud. His own yellow raincoat is gone. I shiver violently, and RJ runs his hands up and down my arms. It feels nice, but it doesn’t do much good since I’m soaked to the bone.
“Come on. You need to get warm, and that’s not going to happen in these wet clothes.” He tucks me into his side and grabs my suitcase, leading me down the hall and upstairs to the bedroom I stayed in two nights ago. RJ drops his arm from around my shoulder and sets my suitcase on the bed.
I hug myself, trying to control the shivering. I’m embarrassed that I’m in such a state. Another roll of thunder and flash of lightning makes me jump.
He moves closer until his socked feet touch my bare toes. “God, you’re like a scared little kitten, aren’t you?” He skims my cheek with the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s silly and it’s j-just a th-thunderstorm.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. That cabin is the prime setting for a horror movie.” He tips my chin up, his expression soft. “Why don’t you warm up with a shower and put on some dry clothes? I’ll make you something hot to drink.”
“I would l-like that.”
“Great. I’ll put a few extra logs on the fire. Take your time.” He presses a kiss to my cheek, then leaves the room, closing the door behind him