In the big houses kitchen, Blake made and enjoyed his steak and potatoes dinner, sharing a bit with Bear, who happily cleaned his bowl. As Blake ate, his thoughts drifted over the day. When hed taken that firewood to the island, spending the day with Shasta Pyke had been the last thing on his mind.
Shasta. Amy. He smiled thinking of the things shed revealed about herself. There was a level of trust there. You dont share those kinds of intimate details with someone if there isnt some kind of trust involved. That was a good thing, he supposed.
Because what he had in mind would require her to trust him implicitly. He shook his head. What if Im getting way ahead of myself? What if Im reading the situation all wrong, that its just wishful thinking? Besides, he reminded himself, shell only be here for a few weeks.