Chapter Three
“What the f**k?” Ty muttered, taking in the profusion of white and pink Pepto-Bismal-colored decoration. Not one surface was left untouched, including the stove where a pink pot stood on a burner. Was there something wrong with his eyes? He blinked to make sure.
There wasn’t.
This had to be some kind of a joke. Back on the circuit they’d been generous with their pranks. And Colt was a master. Reaching for his phone, he shot off a text to Colt.
Are you punking me?
Dots appeared on his screen, then a message. No?
Is someone staying here? Ty texted back in a hurry.
Colton’s answer came quickly. Cabin’s been empty for ages. If there’s stuff you don’t want, put it outside, we can take care of it later.
“Huh.” Ty shook his head, glancing about the cabin again. Seemed awful
