(Tracey’s POV)
I awoke the next morning to someone gently shaking my shoulder, and groaned “Go away”, only to hear masculine chuckling as Emmie said, “Get up, cuz. We’ve got packing to do. We need to be outta here by this afternoon.”
Emmitt say what now?
I was still very groggy, so I figured my sleep-deprived mind just hadn’t heard him right. I frowned as I rolled over to face him while rubbing sleep from my eyes as I tried to focus on him. “What the h*ll are you talking about? If this is some lame a*s joke I’m gonna crane you.”
He chuckled again as he shook his head gently, “No joke, my darling cousin. Yesterday, Mr O’Dell said we needed to grab everything we would need for an indefinite stay…”
He went on to lay out the plan and I sat up, just staring at him d*umbfounded. He began to
