Chapter 3Cara insisted on giving Rachel the tour. The cottage was far more modern than Rachel gave it credit for; there was running water and workable plumbing, along with up-to-date appliances in the kitchen. Nothing too fancy, but it was more like a motel than a shack.
“And here is the living area,” Cara said. Her hair was slightly damp from the mad dash they’d done to get indoors, and her shirt had several large wet spots, which distracted Rachel mercilessly while Cara acted the consummate host. Cara’s breathing was hitched like Rachel’s, especially as she showed her the bedroom with one hand slightly shaking, but even as Rachel kissed the back of her neck and slid a hand into her short pockets, there was no chance Cara was skipping the tour. It was important. It as part of the whole e
