Cinda could see that Gabe was not annoyed with her, that it was her that had tried to pick the fight, it was, it seemed that she just couldn’t not do it. Yes, they had been getting along, but the way he looked her over. He only did that when he was about to do or say something that would bring back memories, and she expected nothing less of him, it seemed, regardless of how they were getting along.
Stalked out of that house angrier with herself than with him, and didn’t exactly know how to handle it. He’d told her he wasn’t trying to pick a fight with her. But a part of her deep down just couldn’t or wouldn’t or didn’t want to believe him.
Was really running through the bush, keeping herself to the side of the tacks where she could. Where the ground wasn’t so muddy, where it was much les
