Scarlett blinked, sure she’d heard Adele wrong. “What?”
Hudson didn’t wait to get the details. He slammed the fridge closed and strode toward the front door. “Where?” he demanded as he passed her.
“Canine Club,” she said, and that got Scarlett to move.
She hurried after the two of them, saying, “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Adele said, running after Hudson, who suddenly had the longest legs on the planet. “I came out of my cabin because the goats were bleating like crazy, and I saw the smoke. My car,” she called to Hudson. “Get in.”
He detoured to the passenger side, and Adele got behind the wheel. Scarlett barely had time to get in the backseat before Adele backed out of the driveway and skidded down the dirt road.
Scarlett’s stomach flipped over and over, like a child trying to
