Thea's POV
Emma packs up a basket full of food and piles blankets and a fresh pillow into my arms.
"Are you sure you want to stay out in that drafty old shack?" Emma asks me.
"Hey, don't go calling it a shack. It's a charming little cottage." Hudson responds.
I laugh and smile at Emma. "Really, it will be great. Then I can get Tank out of your space." Tank responds with a small bark from his place by the fire.
"I promise I have had much stinkier mutts in my house than Tank," Emma says playfully as she bumps Hudson's shoulder.
"Alright, we're going to go get Thea settled before I have to take any more abuse."
Emma smiles and hands Hudson the basket she packed. I tell Tank to come, and he follows us out the door.
"She is really sweet," I say as Hudson leads the way down a dirt path
