Mark walked to the refrigerator and rummaged around for anything that looked like breakfast food.
“Want some help?” asked Liv, joining him. She lowered her voice. “Should we leave them alone?”
“Not sure that’s a good idea,” Mark whispered back.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
“Very.”
“I have a few last minute items to get from the market. Will you run me into town?”
“You got it.”
Liv and her dad left the room, which Blythe was not happy about.
“We’re alone now,” she said. “Let’s lay this on the line. I meant what I said. I’m not a toy, Jace. Just because I’m the only single woman here this weekend doesn’t mean you and Tucker have to win me over. It’s Thanksgiving weekend, not singles’ weekend.”
“If you could do anything you wanted to do today, what would it be?” Jace asked, acting as though he hadn’t heard a word she said.
“No idea. I haven’t had enough coffee to start thinking about it.”
“Let’s go get somethin’ a little stronger, then. Irene took me to this great place, Rumors was the name of it. They have espresso. That oughta get your motor runnin’.”
“Jace, it’s Thanksgiving. I’m sure they’re closed.”
“Oh. You’re right. I bet there’d be somethin’ open at the ski area.”
“That’s what I’d do.”
“What?”
“Ski. You asked what I’d do if I could do anything I wanted to. That’s it. I’d ski.”
“Let’s do it, then.”
“What? Again I remind you, it’s Thanksgiving.”
“So? Are you on kitchen duty today?”
“No one would want my help in the kitchen,” she laughed. “I’m not what you’d call a chef.”
“Okay, then. Let’s go skiing. Dinner isn’t until later this afternoon. They don’t need our help.”
“Um…”
“What? Say what’s on your mind, Blythe.”
“What about Tucker?”
“He already knows we’re spending the day together.”
“He does?”
“Yep.”
“He doesn’t mind?”
“Not at all. He got you last night, today you’re mine.”