If she never saw another goddamn ditch in her life, it would be too soon. Max grumbled under her breath as she tried to get comfortable. Unfortunately a muddy ditch under a bush wasn’t the most luxurious place to relax, no matter how much she tried to use her imagination. The growing damp patches under her elbows and on her ass reminded her that she wasn’t resting against plump, feather-filled cushions with her feet up in front of a roaring fire.
A shiver hit her and she opened her eyes to look up. She couldn’t see the sky from here, which was good. The less she could see, the less chance anyone else could see her. Because she really didn’t want anyone to see her. She wanted to sleep and forget she was so hungry her stomach thought her throat had been cut.
her. Forget the complete nightm
