Dylan pulled up to the back of the guest house, parking almost alongside the hammock where he’d taken many naps. “So I’ve got my bag already on the side-by-side.” He indicated the much larger all-terrain vehicle, this one with a front row of two bucket seats and a back row bench seat that could seat three more really skinny adults. It had a narrow trunk area, where he’d already put his packs.
He lifted her duffle and set it on top of his stuff, using a bungee cord to keep it tied down. “The food’s in the house. Felicity went all out.” He grinned at Hazel, his heart doing a weird skipping beat in his chest. He’d never been more thankful for skin and shirts that kept his feelings hidden.
He went up the steps and into the house, where Felicity was packing chocolate chip cookies into zipper
