The Two of Us (Love in Isolation 1)

“What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing she’s upset.

She lets out a sigh. “I’m just happy and worried all at the same time. I’m feeling a little better, but I’m so goddamn concerned about you.”

Gently pushing away, I carefully wipe the tear that spills down her cheek. All I want to do is comfort her. “I’ve been counting down the days. I might be in the clear.”

“It could take longer than that.” Her head lowers. “Up to three weeks sometimes.”

I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her to look at me, then smile. “I’m thinking positive. And now that you’re feeling like a billion bucks, let’s get you fed.”

“Hardy har har.” Cami stands, and I notice how frail she is as she yanks the sheets and blankets off the mattress and holds them in her arms. “I need to disinfect this room.”

“Don’t overdo it. You’ve not been fever-free for twenty-four hours yet,” I remind her, grabbing the linens. I snicker at the thought of her using the washing machine, and she notices.

“What’s so funny?”

I shake my head as I leave her room and head toward the laundry room downstairs. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

I’ve done laundry a couple of times now, making sure she had clean clothes and changing out of mine twice a day to be on the safe side. One of these days, I’ll make her do it for shits and giggles, but she’s still not one hundred percent yet, even if she thinks she is.

Cami texts me and lets me know she’s going to take a shower. I send her a thumbs-up emoji as I stuff the big fluffy blanket and sheets into the wash. Knowing she’s feeling better has me hopeful that if I get sick, I’ll be able to recover too. While I hope I’m just asymptomatic, I’m not holding my breath. It’s not like I could anyway, my asthma wouldn’t allow it, though it hasn’t been flaring up as much since I’ve been here.

After I pour the detergent in and start the cycle, I go to the kitchen and grab a skillet and pull out the ingredients to make breakfast. The cabin still has plenty of food, probably enough to last another two weeks. While I wish we could get back to normal by then, I’m convinced it won’t be that soon.

As I’m frying sausage links, Cami appears and looks around. “Wow, it’s super clean in here. Feels weird to be down here after all this time.”

“You know who my mother is,” I remind her. “I learned a thing or two growing up. A person should never go to bed with a sink full of dirty dishes or a filthy floor.”

Cami laughs. “You’re close with your mom, aren’t you?”

I crack the eggs in a bowl and whip them together, sprinkling in cheese, onions, and mushrooms. “Absolutely. One day, I hope to repay her for all the sacrifices she made for Ava and me. I know being a single mother wasn’t easy, but she gave us the best she could, and we turned out okay.” I look over my shoulder at her and wink.

“You did,” she says, and I can’t stop grinning. How could a woman like her even think about being with a man like me? “You were always well-mannered, too.”

Turning on the burner, I put oil in the pan, swirling it around until it’s covered, then dump the ingredients inside. It sizzles and pops. “Well, no, not always,” I tell her. “I went to the principal’s office quite a lot in high school. Trust me when I say you didn’t miss much.”

She huffs. “I wish I could’ve experienced public school. You were lucky to have a normal life. I’ve dreamed about what it must be like.”

I tilt my head. “And there are a billion reasons people would switch places with you.”

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, Eli. Money doesn’t buy happiness, and it sure as hell can’t buy love or normalcy. Sure, there are perks, but being a St. James has done nothing but cause me problems, honestly. Why do you think Ryan went to med school?”

I already know the answer to this question, but I stay silent.

“To make a name for himself, to break out of being more than an heir. I somewhat envy him for choosing a path outside of the family business.”

This side of Cami is different, more vulnerable, and I’m sure she doesn’t show it to many people. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’ve handled things the best you could. And I think you’re going to be kick-ass at running a business. You’re smart, kind, and compassionate. Even if the media doesn’t see it, I do.”

“You’re sweet to say that.”

“I meant every word.” I wink. Once everything’s done, I put our food on plates, then hand one to her with a fork and napkin. She sits at the bar and slowly eats as I pour some milk into a glass.