Chapter Twelve
Clear Creek ran through the east end of the property. Fed by melting snowpack, home to intrepid trout, it had always been Kai’s favorite place to cool down. He stripped off every stitch of clothing and waded in. It felt like walking into a liquid ice cube. As if every cell of his body woke up and sounded the alarm—we’re going to die.
He whooped out loud, his shouts echoing back to him through the forest. He swung his arms back and forth to amp up the BTU’s in his body. Creek water churned over the rocks, tumbling head over heels, reckless and free.
Or maybe that was him—the reckless one. Why had he pulled out that wild theory about why she didn’t drink? Why hadn’t he asked Nicole about her engagement to Roger Vance in a civil manner? Why had he charged into the dining roo
