Chapter 2
Darren
“So where is this meeting place?” sweet little Cheyenne asks in her musical voice, turning a shy smile that warms me like the missing sun.
It’s amazing, going alone with her for once. Amazing, exhilarating... dangerous. Every time traffic brings us to a stop, I drink her in. She’s pixyish and delicate, with high cheekbones and enormous sea-blue eyes. Her shampoo smells like tangerines and leaves flame highlights in her autumn-colored hair. Sitting in my black Mercedes SUV, fighting the Boston traffic on our way out of town, she gives me a soft gaze whenever she thinks I’m not looking; she’s relaxing me just by being present.
“My hunting lodge has been in the family for six generations. It was just sitting there vacant on the side of the mountain for twelve years. It wa
