Chapter 2
Lauren nosed cautiously out of her room. It was a lot nicer than her brother’s sprung living room couch. Queen-sized bed, a woven blanket in some Native American style, horse photos on the walls and a view similar to the one out the kitchen window. It also had a shower that she’d spent a long time under, trying to soak her arrival out of her system. Oh-four-hundred this morning she’d been standing in the hot pre-dawn darkness of Pope Airfield, Fort Bragg, North Carolina, and headed for New York. Now thirteen hundred hours—it actually took her a moment to convert that to one o’clock—and she was in Montana.
Soft voices sounded from the kitchen, so she followed them.
She was a step into the kitchen when a burst of laughter cascaded about the room. Hooks was telling a story and ma
