Frank
The next morning, I stood at the edge of camp and watched my men pack up their supplies. My mood was still sour from the night before. I couldn’t stop thinking about how they talked about Katie last night. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.
And that made me angry with myself.
Just as I was about to give orders, a rustling sound behind me caught my attention. I turned to see Katie stepping out of her tent, rubbing her eyes and squinting at the sunlight. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she looked like she had just rolled out of bed.
For a brief moment, my chest tightened, but I couldn’t figure out why. I told myself it was just irritation, plain and simple. Before I could stop myself, my lips twisted into a scoff.
I told myself, I was just annoyed. That’s all it was. No
