Chapter 7
Miranda
When Caleb left me on the bed with my body on fire and my confidence ruffled, I wanted to throw something at him. But it turns out he was right.
I was drunk.
And a nap helped.
I wake up a couple hours later with a much clearer head.
And then I’m afraid to leave the bedroom because I can’t decide if I should be embarrassed or pissed off or grateful. Well, there’s no decision, really. I’m all three.
I’m relieved to know Caleb is as much of a gentleman as I suspected. Rough-edged, grumpy, but pure chivalrous gentleman.
I glom onto that thought as I walk out and find him in the kitchen, pulling a giant rainbow trout from the oven.
“Mmm, that smells amazing.”
He grunts but doesn’t turn around.
“Did you catch it yourself?”
“Yep.” He still hasn’t looked at me. He car
