Left alone, I take the opportunity to glance around the cabin. It's cozy, with a rustic charm that suits Kellan. My eyes land on the couch, and I'm surprised to see a pillow and blanket neatly folded at one end. It looks like Kellan's been sleeping there.
The realization makes me frown. I knew things were awkward between Lisa and Kellan, but I didn't realize it had gotten to the point where they weren't even sharing a bed. The whole "fated mates" situation is clearly causing more tension than I'd thought.
I settle into an armchair to wait.
The shower shuts off, and a few minutes later, Lisa emerges wrapped in a fluffy towel, her hair damp and skin flushed from the hot water.
"Feel better?" I ask.
She nods, grabbing some clothes from a nearby dresser. "Much. Nothing like a hot shower after freezing your butt off outside."
As she dresses, I can't help but ask about what I've noticed. "So, um, is Kellan sleeping on the couch?"
