Chapter 9
“IT WAS JUST A little rat snake that had crawled under the seat to take a nap. They don’t bite.”
Audrey sent Hudson a withering glare. “It was a slithering thing at my feet.”
He wisely refrained from further comment, instead pulling a hamper and blanket from the canoe. Because, of course, he hadn’t gone overboard. No, just her.
Soaking wet and irritated with her own over-reaction, she unsnapped the life jacket and yanked it off, dumping it into the beached canoe. Now they were about to hike to…somewhere, and she was going to chafe all over the place.
“C’mon.”
With as much dignity as she could muster—which was to say, none—she headed in the direction he indicated. God, she was embarrassed. But it was a snake. Hadn’t he ever seen Indiana Jones? Didn’t he understand the horror
