Kendra’s backpack is sitting on the floor beside the door, mocking me. I snatch it up by one of the straps and open the door, holding it out to her.
“How did it get in your room?” Kendra asks, standing in the doorway. She slides it off my fingers and hangs it on her arm at the elbow.
“You put it here,” I say, still trying to wake up. “When you came in to complain about your roommate.”
I keep my position blocking the doorway, hoping she doesn’t try to come in. I just want to go back to bed.
“You don’t want to come with us?” she asks, frowning.
“I can’t. I’ve got stuff to do today.”
I raise one arm, propping my hand above me on the doorframe. Kendra makes a face when my eyes reopen after a long, drawn-out yawn.
“Gah! You need a Tic Tac,” she says, wrinkling her freckle-sprinkled nose.
I reach out and fit my hand at the back of her blond head, pulling her toward me; the top of her ponytail pushes through my fingers. I press my lips to her forehead. She smiles, but pushes me away playfully.
“You stink,” she says, grinning. “Come on, get up and take a shower and come with us. You never hike with us anymore. I hate it.”
“That’s not true,” I say. “I’ve been three times in the past two months.”
“But still,” she argues, her plump lips pouting, “you don’t go often enough and that’s just like never to me.”
“Sorry.” I smile weakly because I’m still too tired and it’s all I can manage. “I’ll go next time. I promise.”
With the backpack dangling from the bend of her arm, she crosses her arms tight over her stomach and cocks her head to one side with a disapproving smirk.
Kendra is a cute girl, and a tomboy at heart. At first glance one would think she’s just another pretty face who might enjoy walking in the dominant shadow of a strong, attractive guy. But when one gets to know her, they realize quickly that she carries a dominant shadow of her own and few men in this world can keep up with it.
Only one could equal it—Landon—and he’s long gone, so she’s in the same kind of limbo as I am when it comes to relationships.
“Heading over to the resort today?” she asks.
Seth walks past, making his way to the bathroom. “Yeah, he’s got a date with disaster,” he chimes in with laughter, and then the bathroom door closes behind him.
Kendra looks at me curiously.
Not wanting to get into any conversations with her—because I’d rather be sleeping—I brush off Seth’s comment altogether.
“I’ve got a few appointments over at the school,” I tell her, “and then after that, I’m free. Too bad you two aren’t heading out later in the day.”
“It’s an all-day hike,” she says. “We have to leave early.”
I nod, yawn with a little less open-mouth, and go to close my door. “Well, I’m going back to bed,” I say. “Two more hours and I have to get up.”
The door stops at the halfway mark when the palm of Kendra’s hand presses against it.
“Luke, you’re starting to worry me.” All traces of a smile or a playful, nagging attitude are gone from her face. I witness it from time to time, and it always prompts a conversation with her that I don’t want to have—one she knows I don’t want to have.
“Kendra,” I say exasperatedly, running a hand through the top of my disheveled hair, “I just want to go back to bed, all right? There’s nothing wrong with me.” I can never seem to get that through Kendra’s thick skull.