Chapter 106: Alone in the Wilderness
Refusing to give in to her threatening tears, Shasta kicked off her fuchsia Manolos and dug through one of her bags until she found a pair of running shoes. These she put on before she started lugging her bags up the hill and into the cabin. She piled them on the small sofa in the seating area, retrieving the last one just as the sun sank behind the mountains to the north of the lake. She glanced across the lake and saw lights flickering on inside the lodge.
I hope he's happy. Asshole!
Her stomach rumbled and she realized she hadn't eaten since the lousy chicken cordon bleu she'd had on the flight from LA. But when she perused the contents kitchen cabinets, nothing appealed to her. Instead, she felt a wave of exhaustion.
Giving up on the idea
