Once they were inside, he set her luggage down.
“I’ll pick you up Thursday morning at five.”
“You don’t have to...”
“No, I’ll be outside. Waiting.” He didn’t want to argue with her. He just needed to put some distance between himself and her, the sea, from it all.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll see you Thursday, then.”
Axel nodded and left. He could hear her shut the door behind him. He should’ve offered to help her get groceries. Show her around a bit more.
His father had made it clear that she was his responsibility, but then Calder had been his responsibility too and look how that had turned out.
He’d show her the ropes of the surgical floor in Reykjavik, but that was all.
That was all he could give.