4
The sun had dipped behind the peaks of the mountains, the night had become cold. Inside, the fireplace crackled, sending orange light dancing across the timber walls.
Sandy Hilton swirled the red wine in her glass, her third of the evening.
The warmth was spreading through her limbs, making the earlier intimidation feel like a distant memory. She looked around the room. It was just her and the five men.
"Nathan?" Sandy asked, leaning into his side. "It’s getting late. When did you say the other girls were arriving? I thought Roy’s girlfriend was supposed to be here by dinner."
Roy, who was leaning against the mantelpiece with a glass of win, didn't miss a beat. "She called about an hour ago, Sandy. Absolute nightmare. Her car broke down on the pass. Had to get a tow back to the city
