Chapter Five
Cherry bolted upright in bed, though she wasn’t sure why.
The darkness creaked with night insects—harmless little crickets and fireflies. Why had she woken up with such a start?
That’s why: a scratch. A scratch at the door. What could it be? There were no bears in this area, and raccoons only went after food. Anyway, the scratching sounds were coming from high up on her door. It had to be...
“Phil?” Jumping out of bed in her silk nightie, Cherry swung the door open. “I knew you’d give in eventually.”
He stood there in dark blue swim trunks, with his red towel slung around his shoulders. “Want to go for a swim?”
Cherry dragged her fingers through her heavy hair, trying not to yawn. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. Does it matter?” The moonlight made his naked
