15
Roan
A clinking sound dragged my eyelids open.
I blinked, bringing a log ceiling into focus. The scent of coffee hit my nose, and I let out a groan, turning my head.
Annie eyed me from the kitchen area, the coffee pot in her hand.
I made it to her. Made it to the cabin.
Licking my dry lips, I closed my eyes again.
Soft bed. Warm blanket.
My body ached, my head throbbed, but I lived.
A soft palm caressed over my forehead, just like Ma’s had done when I’d been a child. I leaned into the touch, a sigh settling over me.
“How are you feeling?”
My sweet Annie… No snark in her tone.
I cracked open an eyelid again. Her dark eyes peered down at me, but exhaustion kept me from trying to see inside her.
“Like s**t,” I managed.
Lips tight, she nodded. “Can you scoot up a bit so I can
