We sat by the lake, drying off in the late afternoon sunshine. Tate had headed into the cabin next to the lake to grab some towels. So it hadn’t been an abandoned cabin as I had first thought. Though in a busy pack like this, and going off how he described his times at the lake and how popular the lake is, it wouldn't make sense for it to be abandoned, I guess.
I had taken the occasional sly glance at how chiselled this guy was. He was like he was sculpted out of rock or something. But I dared not let my eyes linger for too long in case he saw me, as that was not something I wanted to be explaining to him, nor did I want teasing for.
“So you lived with Della since your parents died, I guess?” Tate asked. “She seems a sweet old lady.”
Ha, she would get him for calling him that. She hat
