Epilogue
THE CAMP FIREFLY FALLS bus was pulling out of the gravel lot as Hudson turned into it. People were milling everywhere, cheerfully greeting old friends and bouncing between the stack of luggage that had been offloaded and the registration table.
Rachel took one look at the chaos and said, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
What a difference a year makes, Hudson mused as he climbed out of the Jeep. “It’s a great idea. You need some time away, just like I did.”
His cousin turned fretful eyes toward Audrey. “But I hate to leave you with the group all by yourself.”
Audrey smiled and took Rachel by the arms. “The group will be fine. All the new guys are doing great. They’re taking to the baking like ducks to water.”
Who knew that a bunch of taciturn, struggling, ex-military men would fi
