The Rescue - Nicholas Sparks [107]
“Are you mad at me?” he asked.
She looked around the yard before focusing on him. “I don’t know, Taylor. Should I be?”
“Tayer!” Kyle said again. “Tayer’s here!”
Denise reached for his hand. “Could you go inside for a minute, sweetie?”
“Tayer’s here.”
“I know. But do me a favor and leave us alone, okay?”
Reaching behind her, she opened the screen door and then led Kyle inside. After making sure he was occupied with his toys, she returned to the porch.
“So what’s up?” Taylor asked.
“Why didn’t you call while you were gone?”
Taylor shrugged. “I don’t know . . . I guess I just didn’t have the time. We were out all day and I was pretty worn by the time I got back to the motel. Is that why you’re mad?”
Without answering, Denise went on.
“Why did you tell your mother you were going to spend the day here if you didn’t plan on doing so?”
“What’s with the questions? I did come by—what do you think I’m doing now?”
Denise exhaled sharply. “Taylor, what’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. Look, I got back into town yesterday, I was beat, and I had a bunch of things to take care of this morning. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“I’m not making a big deal out of this—”
“Yes, you are. If you don’t want me around, just tell me and I’ll get in my truck and leave.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you around, Taylor. I just don’t know why you’re acting the way you are.”
“And how am I acting?”
Denise sighed, trying to put it into words.
“I don’t know, Taylor . . . it’s hard to explain. It’s like you’re not sure what you want anymore. With us, I mean.”
Taylor’s expression didn’t change. “Where is all this coming from? What—did you talk to Melissa again?”
“No. Melissa has nothing to do with this,” she said, becoming frustrated and a little angry. “It’s just that you’ve changed, and sometimes I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Just because I didn’t call? I’ve already explained that.” He took a step closer to her, his expression softening. “There just wasn’t any time, that’s all.”
Not knowing whether to believe him, she hesitated. Meanwhile, as if sensing something wrong, Kyle pushed open the screen door.
“C’mon, guys,” he said. “Let’s go inside.” (C’mon, guys. Wess go issite)
For a moment, however, they simply stood without moving.
“C’mon,” Kyle prodded, reaching for Denise’s shirt.
Denise looked down, forcing a smile, before glancing up again. Taylor was grinning, doing his best to break the ice.
“If you let me in, I’ll give you a surprise.”
As she thought about it, Denise crossed her arms. Behind Taylor, in the yard, a bluejay called from the fencepost. Kyle looked up expectantly.
“What is it?” she finally asked, giving in.
“It’s in the truck. Let me go get it.” Taylor stepped backward, watching her carefully, realizing that her comment meant she was going to let him stay. Before she changed her mind, he motioned toward Kyle. “C’mon, you can help.”
As they walked back to the truck, Denise watched him, her emotions warring within her. Again, his explanations seemed reasonable, as they had for the past two weeks. Again, he was great with Kyle.
So why didn’t she believe him?
After Kyle was asleep that night, Denise and Taylor sat together on the couch in the living room.
“So how did you like your surprise?”
“It was delicious. But you didn’t have to fill my freezer.”
“Well, mine was already full.”
“Your mom might want some.”
Taylor shrugged. “Hers is full, too.”
“How often do you hunt?”
“As much as I can.”
Before dinner, Taylor and Kyle had played catch in the yard; for dinner, Taylor had done the cooking, or rather part of it. Along with the venison, he’d brought some potato salad and baked beans from the supermarket. Now, relaxing for the first time, Denise felt better than she had for the past couple of weeks. The only light came from a small lamp in the corner, and a radio was playing softly in the background.
“So when are you taking Kyle