Hudson wasn’t quite sure what he was doing but holding Scarlett’s hand felt right. It was almost dark, and he’d have to feel his way back to his cabin. He didn’t care. This human connection was more important than almost anything right now, and he couldn’t quite articulate how good it felt to hold her hand.
“When I was a little girl, me and my siblings would come out here in the summers,” she said, their steps so slow they were barely moving.
“How many siblings?” he asked.
“Two brothers and one sister,” she said. “I’m second-oldest.”
“I’ve got three brothers,” he said. “I’m the oldest.”
“Oh, that explains so much.” She gave a light laugh, and he liked how mature it sounded. How flirtatious.
“It does?” he asked, a smile on his face. “How so?”
“You’re one of those take-charge kind of
