Chapter 4
AUDREY WOKE TO BIRDSONG.
Bird song?
She rolled over, instantly regretting it as her legs screamed. Cracking one eye, she scanned the wooden walls and screen covered windows. Windows that were open to the cool, early morning air. It was a cabin, and she was at camp.
Sam sat up on the bed across the way, a book propped on her knees, reading glasses sliding down her nose as she looked over at Audrey. “Who is he?”
“Who’s who?” Dear God, she wanted coffee like she wanted her next breath. But coffee was at the lodge, which required walking, which required she do her morning PT so that she could actually use her legs. Damn it.
“The mystery guy who carried you off last night.”
Hudson.
Sam set the book aside. “I mean, way to go for getting right on out there. But who is he?”
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