George woke to the sound of Cullen in the kitchen. He found that his wrists and ankles had been untied, allowing him to get more comfortable. He got to his feet and wrapped the blanket around him. The cabin wasn’t warm and a glance toward the window showed why.
Rain poured down the glass panes in streaks.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
Cullen turned around and smiled. “Good morning, cutie. Just fixing some breakfast for us. It’s not much but I do what I can.”
George watched as he prepared oatmeal on the propane stove and sliced some fruit. The front door opened and Daddy walked in wearing only jeans, water pouring down his shoulders and dripping off his pectorals.
George’s eyes locked onto the rippled abs.
“Where’s the boy?” he asked gruffly.
“I don’t kn
