6
“Uncle!”
The shout came from me. Chris had led me on a steady jog through the woods for what felt like forever and my lungs burned like five-alarm chili. I stumbled against a tree, and he kindly released my hand so I could give the foliage a proper hugging.
He looked around us and frowned. “You don’t happen to have a compass on you, do you?”
I shook my head. “Sorry, left it at home along with my Girl Scout’s manual.”
Chris grinned at me. “Pity. I don’t doubt that you’d look great in a short skirt.”
I turned around and leaned my back against the tree so he could see my devilish smile. “Mr.. . .um-”
“Dayton,” he reminded me as he held out his hand. “Christopher Dayton.”
“Alexandra Shaw,” I quipped in good humor as we shook hands for our second introduction. I dropped my ha
