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you’re reaching climax,” I tell her, making her blush. 
    She goes to clean up, and I get dressed to go outside and call Jake.
    It rings three times before he picks up. “Hey, I will stop by after work Monday. I need to talk to you,” I tell him and I can sense his bad mood. 
    “Yeah, you need to, man. I am starting to get bored. This chick is no fun, she’s mute and dumb. I don’t know what you want me to do with her, but I know that she isn’t going to last too much longer. She’s not right in the head anymore. She has been talking to herself and won’t even acknowledge us,” he says. I tell him to shut up and just make sure she doesn’t die yet. I really need to figure this shit out. Maybe if we make her death look like an accident or drop her in the river, all this will go away. None of this was a part of the plan. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Laney. I was only breaking her so I could fix it and be a hero. I’m not a drug addict, but saving people or making them forget things is my fix, but all plans change when love gets involved. We hang up, and I head back in the house to Laney. I find her in the bedroom getting dressed. 
    “What do we do now? We have all weekend to do whatever you want,” I ask her.
    “We could always just do each other all weekend.” She blushes, embarrassing herself from being so blunt. I love when she does this. I tell her we could, or we could go out to the lake to paddle boat around for the day. It doesn’t take too long for her to dash up the stairs to look for warmer clothes. 
    We pull up to the river an hour later. When we find a parking spot, we get out at the rental shack for our paddle boat. It’s colder today, more than it has been—the wind has a crisp frost to it. She has to be freezing, so I ask her if she would rather save it for spring. She tells me no, she came prepared. She’s covered head to toe in sweater material, even her boots have a matching design. I laugh as we set off, placing the paddleboat in the frigid river. I climb in, then hold out my hand to help her. We start paddling away from the dock area. It’s so peaceful—not many people come out when it’s like this.  Except fishermen, mostly, and the hunters on the private land in the woods.
    “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to just vanish, just pack up, leave work behind, and start over?” She asks, staring off toward the baby ducks following their mom out of the water.
    “Sometimes. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.” 
    “Sometimes I think if I never went off to college for music, my mom wouldn’t hate me, and maybe my best friend would still be here.” She turns back to me, asking for a response. 
    “I think if you never went to college for music you wouldn’t have met me, and Lindsay would still have had an accident. Laney, there’s nothing you could have done to change that. You need to stop feeling guilty for things you never had control of,” I say, grabbing her small hand in mine. 
    “I love you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I have felt comfortable with you since the first day I met you. You make me feel safe, you protect me from myself, and I don’t think I could ever be back to normal, but being with you comes close.” She says, giving everything she’s got. She never holds back on telling me how she really feels.
    I tell her I love her back, not knowing if I will ever be able to give all of myself to her like she does to me. When we pedal back to the dock, she takes a seat on the edge facing toward the water while I go back to the shack to get the deposit back. Coming back, I watch her sitting there still facing the river. The lies are hurting my insides. I want to tell her everything, but then she’d hate me. That’s not a chance I’m willing to take. 
    “You ready to go?” I ask, sitting down next to her.  She nods her head, and I help her up. She seems quiet; this is not the way I planned our day to go. I decide to