The cool fresh air and bird songs of the morning lulled me from sleep. I thought I’d be awake all night when I went to bed, but evidently the breeze and night noises of the forest had me drifting off while I puzzled over Max.
He was admittedly gay. He was gorgeous. He pushed all my relevant buttons. We might even have something in common—besides the cabin, of course. What was I dithering about?
Okay, my bad past life notwithstanding. Had anybody said anything negative about Max? No. In fact, everyone acted like he was the best thing since sliced bread. He’d all but begged me to give him a good time. And I was being paranoid now? What was wrong with me? I mean, honestly. Sometimes I pissed myself off royally.
The clincher, from a purely business point of view, was I’d already gotten his
