All Rhodes Lead Here

I didn’t want to ask what he was looking at.
And I didn’t have to because his gray eyes flicked to me, and the smile that had just been lingering there a moment ago was gone, and he said, voice steady, “You reminded me of my mom.”
The mom he didn’t like? I winced. “I’m sorry.”
Rhodes shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. You don’t look alike or act alike, angel. She was just… She was beautiful like you are. You-can’t-look-away gorgeous, my uncle used to say,” he explained softly,

“We don’t have to watch anything if you don’t want to,” he said when I guess I took too long to say anything else.
I didn’t even hesitate a little bit. “I’m game if you are.”
“I brought it out here, angel,” he replied.
He totally had. “Yes, I want to. Give me five minutes to grab a drink—”
“I’ve got a couple bottles of water and a soda in the tent, the kind you like,” he cut me off.

“Am’s got a couple movies downloaded on his tablet. I got it just in case you wanted to watch it in there,” he said, gesturing to the tent.