The smell of rain and wet weather and wood filled the whole cabin, and Robin liked it. It was the smell of Shane, and Robin drew in a deep noseful of it. She scanned the cabin so she wouldn’t have to face him head-on.
A large, circular table filled one-third of the cabin in front of a long, kitchen counter with a sink, a fridge, and lots of cupboards. She hoped there was food in this cabin, as the sky continued to darken.
The idea of food seemed remote, though. This cabin was used for sleeping when the boys came out for a single evening, not big picnics. They probably brought their own food, sleeping bags, and other supplies.
After all, she only saw one doorway, and through that, a bathroom. Several folded cots leaned against the wall, and Robin was glad there were at least places to si
