Chapter Thirteen
AURORA
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The kids are currently having an hour break after lunch to keep them out of the sun at the hottest time of the day and give them a chance to wind down after a morning of horse riding, archery and volleyball. Making my way across the camp, I immediately spot Russ and Emilia watching something near the Brown Bears’ cabin.
“What’re you doing?” I ask as I approach the two of them. I’m immediately greeted with shushing. Russ points toward a shaded area beside the cabin, where several of our campers appear to be coordinating a routine of sorts. Blocking the sun from my eyes with my hand, we watch in silence for two minutes before I’m asking again. “What’re you doing?”
“We’ve been trying to work out what they’re doing for five minutes,” Emilia clarifies. “But we can’t work out if they’re playing together or they’re plotting to take over a small country.”
“Maybe it’s a ritual.” Russ offers, shrugging when I glare at him, confused.
“You two should not be left in charge of children. They’re clearly practicing for the end of summer talent show. They must have been here before. Smart to get a head start. We should have done that.”
“Sorry, back up,” Russ says, stepping in front of me to stare down from all of his six-foot-five, eyebrows pinched together. “Why should we have done that?”
I lower my hand. “My favorite thing about you is you’re big enough to block out the sun.”
Emilia shuffles closer to me, standing in the shade Russ creates. “Oh, you really are.”
“Aurora, why did you say we should have been practicing? Practicing what exactly?”
“Did Xander not tell you about the talent show? Everyone has to do something, including the counselors. They’ll announce it on Sunday most likely, that’s what they used to do when I was here.”
I’ve never seen him so distressed and I’ve just spent a week watching him awkwardly stumble his way through compulsory sharing about himself. His jaw is tight as he chews the inside of his cheek and I struggle to stay focused on his concern as my mind begins to wander to the image of him dancing on a stage.
“Are you gonna throw up?” Emilia asks, taking a step away from us.
“I have no talent,” he says.
I want to tell him that’s not true, since I’ve personally witnessed what he can do with his mouth, but that is counterproductive to our fledgling friendship.
“I’m sure you do,” I offer. “What about hockey?”
“I can’t play hockey at a talent show. Can I cheer you on from the audience? It’s better for everyone if I’m not involved.”
“No, you have to do it. I love the talent show. I look forward to it all summer. The kids do too.”
He sighs, tilting his head back to the sky before looking at me again. “It’s really important to you?”
I nod. “I was tutored when I was younger because we traveled with my dad’s job. I didn’t have school plays and talent shows. This was the only chance I had and it made
me feel less lonely.”
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Promise?” I ask, holding out my pinky. “You have to come to all the rehearsals.”
He links his with mine. “Promise.”
“That was Aurora’s really wholesome way of emotionally blackmailing you into participating, Russ, and you fell for it,” Emilia says. “Have you considered showing hockey through the medium of contemporary dance?”
“You’re the goalie, right?” His distress switches to surprise and he nods. “I’ll throw stuff at you and you can block it. There. Talent.”
Dragging a hand through his hair, it travels to the back of his neck, digging his fingers into his skin to ease out tension. “Why does this feel like you just want to throw stuff at me?”
“You know her so well,” Emilia jokes, turning her back to us to watch the kids dancing around again.
Russ smiles, the dimples of his cheeks making me lose my train of thought until he speaks again. “Maybe that’s my talent.”
“You don’t need to feel nervous,” I say quietly so only he can hear me.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
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every quiet second feels like a missed opportunity to open him up a bit.
Plus, when I’m around him, I truly have no idea what’s going to come out of my mouth.
That said, I have nothing of value to say, so I settle for small talk, which some would argue is worse than rambling. “Where’s your lover?”
“She’s asleep in my cabin. It’s too hot for her, but it’s pretty cool down there.”
My head whips up so quickly my neck crunches. “Wait, what?”
Russ stops what he’s doing and there’s a moment where we just stare at each other.
He’s trying to work out why I’m confused and I’m trying to work out if he’s really telling me what I think he’s telling me. Jumping to conclusions is silly, but I don’t exactly pride myself on my levelheadedness.
He moves closer, until he’s standing right in front of me, the soft smile from earlier is still there. “Rory, I’m talking about Fish. Were you talking about Xander?”
Okay, see? This is a learning experience. “Yeah, I thought . . . I was trying not to jump . . . yeah. Yeah, I was talking about Xander.”
He’s trying not to laugh at me, which I appreciate because I’m trying to work out the best hiding place on site; I’ve found tons of great hiding places over the years, he’d never find me. I could live peacefully with the animals, like Snow White.
“He’s having a nap with the dogs. I didn’t change my entire personality and start fucking random women I work with in the middle of the day.”
The way he says fucking random women makes me feel strange, it sounds alien coming from his mouth.
“I thought you might be ready to say fuck the rules. It’s hard work being good all the time.” It’s not that hard now I’m trying. It took getting drunk and hearing how committed Russ is to keeping this job to make me realize I needed to uphold the commitments I made to myself when I got here.
Continuing the same cycle of getting hurt and acting out doesn’t benefit me and it’s not why I wanted to come back to Honey Acres. This is the longest I’ve stuck to anything that doesn’t involve being petty.
“I’m not there yet, but you’ll be the first to know if I feel like getting into trouble.”
He’s flirting with me. I’m nighty-nine—okay, more like eighty-seven—percent sure he’s flirting with me. Where is Emilia when I need her? I need a second opinion.
I need to respond with something smart and funny and more importantly something that tells him I am not above having sex in the woods.
I’ve got to stop forgetting about the universe’s intention to mess with me because not even ten seconds later, I spot Clay and Maya walking toward us, followed closely by a crowd of eager soon-to-be soccer players. Maybe it’s not the universe, maybe I just keep forgetting that I’m here to look after the kids and not just to stare at Russ’s massive thighs in his shorts.
Either way, it’s not the second opinion I was looking for.
The class goes by without a hitch, the flirtation percentage certainty reducing every time I think about it. By evening, I’ve survived another round of dining hall chaos, a disco and making sure everyone gets ready for bed. The day is over and I’m totally exhausted, which significantly reduces the chance of me getting myself into mischief.
Emilia went to bed an hour ago after her nightly phone catch up with Poppy and I’ve been trying to summon the energy to get out of this very comfortable chair beside the campfire for twenty minutes.
Salmon is snoring on my chest, the heat of the fire is keeping us both warm and, therefore, there’s a chance I could just fall asleep instead. My eyes are fighting to close and I’m fighting to keep them open, knowing if I fall asleep here, someone will
definitely draw on my face.
“Are you asleep?”
Opening one eye, I spot Russ standing over me, looking as fresh as he did this morning. “Yes, go away.”
He chuckles and it’s annoying how great he looks all the time. I know how little sleep he gets and I know how hard he works all day and yet here he is—bright eyed and bushy tailed. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your cabin. You can’t fall asleep here.
Xander said he’s going to draw a dick on your face if you do.”
“But I can’t disturb the puppy,” I groan, gesturing to my fluffy stomach warmer. “I think she’s doubled in weight in like, a week, so I’m not sure I could get her off me if I tried.”
“Xander taught her to do tricks for turkey bacon. I’ll pick her up, come on.”
“Can’t you pick both of us up? I’m asleep.”
I try not to shiver when his hands brush my stomach as he scoops up the golden retriever, positioning her on his chest like you would a baby. I don’t manage it but he’s polite enough to pretend not to notice. “You have legs and you don’t have a belly full of bacon.”
He holds out a hand for me, pulling me to my feet gently. “How do you know that?
Rude presumption.”
“You’re a vegetarian, Rory,” he laughs. “If you’re learning tricks for turkey bacon we have bigger problems than you having a dick on your face.” He makes it so easy.
There are so many things I could say, but I bite my tongue to keep them in. Russ shakes his head, ushering me away from the firepit and in the direction of my cabin.
“Don’t say a thing.”
“It’s fine. You’ve made it clear who your favorite is. Salmon has legs too, but whatever. Just know if I manage to befriend a real brown bear, you’re dropping to second choice like that,” I say, clicking my fingers.
“I . . .” he starts and stops and when I look over at him, as we continue the walk to the cabin, even I can’t read the look on his face. My watching snaps him out of whatever daze he was in and he laughs, but it sounds forced. “I think I can cope with being your second choice, but we don’t have brown bears in California. I haven’t been able to work out how it fits in with Hedgehogs, Foxes and Raccoons, since I read the brochure.”
“Orla introduced it when she took over from her dad. She thought it was more fun than being divided by age or something and she let Jenna pick the names when she was like five or six. I can’t remember the full story but yeah, baby Jenna doesn’t know her bears apparently.”
“Jenna came here as a kid too?” he asks, running his palm down the puppy’s back.
“It’s pretty cool she works here now.”
“What? Jenna is Orla’s daughter. Did you not know?” I say. “I thought everyone knew that, sorry.”
His expression is hard to pinpoint, somewhere between amusement and despair.
“Of course my boss is the owner’s daughter.”
We finally reach the cabins and I wish there was a reason to keep walking and talking. He stops as I reach the steps. I take the first one and stop too, reluctant to say
goodbye.
He takes a step closer and lowers his voice, presumably not wanting to wake Emilia, but I’m closer to his height on this step and his body is dangerously close to mine. “Jenna said we have to stop carrying the puppies everywhere, because soon they’ll be too big, but they’ll still expect it. She also said they’re dogs not babies but I can’t help it.”
My jaw drops. “I’m sorry, are you telling me that you’re breaking rules?”
“It was more of a suggestion . . .”
“It’s a rule and you’re rebelling. Oh my God.”
“I’m not. I’m ju—”
“You’re out of control, Callaghan. That’s how it starts. One minute you’re carrying a puppy then next minute you’ve crashed a boat you weren’t supposed to be on into the rocks and are being threatened with deportation.” His eyes narrow at my far too specific example. “Theoretically. Anyway, I’d invite you in but unlike you, I respect authority and apparently there’s something about cabins and not dragging men and their comfort animal into them.”
“Who knew you could be such a good girl.”
I almost choke. “Goodnight, Russ. Thanks for walking me.”
I step backward up the remaining steps onto the porch of my cabin. Space between us is good. Space means I don’t lean forward and kiss him. Or attempt to climb him like a tree.
“Goodnight, Aurora,” he says softly. “Sweet dreams.”
Turning my back to him, I quietly open the door, careful not to wake my sleeping roommate. When I look over my shoulder, he’s still standing next to the steps.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m watching you go in so you don’t have to watch me leave.”
My heart is in my throat as I close the door gently behind me and when I finally get into bed, I decide that it was definitely flirting.
