Chapter 14
“IT IS THE LAST night of camp. You are not spending it holed up in our cabin or the pottery studio.” Hands on hips, Sam glared at Audrey. “So, get dressed. Or don’t. I don’t actually care. But you’re going to that dance tonight if I have to get Charlie to toss you over his shoulder.”
Audrey just arched a brow. “You’d really haul me to the boathouse in my bathrobe?”
“In a New York minute.”
Audrey knew she was just crazy enough to do it.
Sam flopped down on the bed. “Honey, I know this whole trip didn’t turn out like you wanted, but you can’t let your last memory of camp be of moping around.”
Audrey wanted to protest that she hadn’t been moping, but it would’ve been a lie. The truth was, all hurt aside, she missed Hudson. And she was worried about how he was coping with his
