Brody
Gayle had been giving me a weird look since she had shown up at the cabin. After the tenth sneak peek, I sighed and looked over. “What?”
She was pulling into the lot, and I watched as she parked behind a trailer. “Nothing.”
I climbed out, grabbing my bag of extra clothes from the backseat. Shutting my door, I shot her a look back over the top of the car. “That look doesn’t say nothing. It says something. What’s going on with you?”
She paused, resting her arm on the car. “It’s just . . . you look good, like really good.”
I only shrugged. “I worked out a lot. I went on runs every day, and I did a whole bunch of meditation shit.”
“You weren’t drinking?”
“I already told when you checked on me, and every time you called—no. No booze. I swear. I didn’t even leave the property. You b
