Abby rubbed her forehead. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. W-we went to a café after and talked.”
Trent didn’t respond right away. “A good talk?”
“Yeah. I think so.” She picked up a pen and began doodling on the hotel stationery. “Tell me what’s going on in Ohio. How did you spend your day off?”
“I didn’t.”
“What do you mean you didn’t?”
“I worked today. Had to help some of my crew remove a stubborn tree.” He proceeded to tell her how they’d tried everything to get this tree out of the ground. At first, they’d attempted to save it, but that proved to be impossible. In the end, they’d had to climb the tree, remove the larger limbs, and then cut the thing down. “And don’t even ask about the stump.”
He was so animated telling the story—adjusting his voice, pretending to be me
