Tucking a strand of my long, dark blonde hair behind one ear, I lifted my shoulders in a shrug so slight it was probably imperceptible. “It went... all right, I guess.” I chose my next words carefully, wanting to be honest but not wanting to immediately come off as rude or combative. “For a person who didn’t welcome the visit.”
With his gaze on the path in front of us, Jim didn’t answer right away. “You’d been hiding your gift for a long time.”
Unsure if what he’d said was intended to be a question or just a statement, and if the former, how I should respond, I didn’t. We continued toward the cabins in silence, at least for the next half-minute. That was when I glanced over at Jim, just wanting a good little peek at his handsome face in profile. And that was when I tripped, seemingly on
