“Not odd, really. This is a hunting cabin, probably a line camp before that. Most cowboys and hunters carry bedrolls and just spread ‘em on the floor. Saves more space that way.”
“Go ahead and go to bed if you’re sleepy. I’ll just sit here a while.” Kit wriggled a little, feeling the hardness of the chair beneath her. Was there nothing soft in this whole place? Besides the damned sleeping bag?
“You’re the one who yawned, Boston. Anyway, it’s almost ten. Tomorrow is likely to be a busy day, digging out and getting your car unstuck. We both need all the rest we can get.”
He sounded too solicitous and sincere. She mistrusted him. Despite the pleasant day they’d had together, Bret was essentially a stranger. “I told you not to call me Boston. Don’t you ever pay attention, Tucson?”
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