30
Into The Storm
It was nearing noon the next day when Will pulled up on the Harley and parked behind the cabin. Neither Brock nor Peyton heard a thing. As Will came in the front door and walked toward his room, he wondered where his two companions were, and glanced through the open doorway into Brock’s room. There on the bed lay Peyton and Brock still deep asleep.
“Good morning, you two!” he laughed.
Peyton stirred and saw Will looking at them. She quickly covered herself, saying, “Oh, shit.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it none, little lady. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen a hundred times before.”
Peyton blushed but decided there was no point in being ashamed in front of Will.
Brock startled out of his slumber. “Hey, old man.”
Will continued the playful ribbing. “And I suppose
