I’d been to Guy’s cabin once before, for a barbecue, but hadn’t spent the night. So I collected my overnight gear and a change of clothes, then called him to get directions. After I’d driven from town to the cabin, I was beat.
It had been a hell of a day. I liked it best when Boner was insurance: not to be taken from my pocket, but a reminder that I could defend myself if I had to. I didn’t like confrontation or mixed messages. Unfortunately, I’d had a day of both.
After putting my gear in the guest bedroom, I wandered out to the deck with a chaise cushion to put on the PVC frame. I lay in the dappled sunshine listening to the birds, basking in the soft breeze blowing through the pines in the late afternoon. At first my mind zinged from Max to the confrontation and my fear-induced adrena
