Thirteen
Scarlet was shivering from head to toe by the time they finally reached Alaric’s ‘family’ cabin. Their little adventure through the river did set the dog and the sheriff off their scent, but it took away time, energy and patience. The fighting between the two never stopped though—not for one damn second did Scarlet let up on him.
Feeling guilty for Alaric having to leave his car behind, she became even grumpier. “I’m tired. I ache all over, and I’m a fugitive,” she moaned.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that the first hundred times, detective.”
“Scarlet.”
“What?”
“Since you have successfully killed my career, you may refer to me as Scarlet from this moment on.”
He just shook his head at that, pushing back the last of the thick brush as they made it around to the front entra
