Tangled Up In Tuesday by Jennie Marts

Author:Jennie Marts [Marts, Jennie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Zoey carried a bag of supplies as she stepped into the old hunting cabin. The interior was dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the front window.

A group of furniture, covered in old blankets, stood in the center of the room, clustered around a heavy coffee table. All she could think about were how many scary movies started with a woman walking into a deserted cabin in the woods where all the furniture was covered with cloths. What dangers could be hiding under those blankets?

A shiver ran down her spine. Don’t be ridiculous. The really scary stuff had already happened to her earlier that day.

The cabin had a woodsy smell—like a combination of pine trees, dust, and moss. It also had that closed-up scent of stale air that a place gets when it hasn’t been opened up in a while.

Mac followed behind her and reached across to hit the light switch. A dim bulb came on in the center of the room, giving off enough light to push the scary images of the hulking covered furniture into the corners.

She was just being silly—letting herself get spooked. It was just a cabin. Out in the woods. Isolated from everything and everyone. With a man she barely knew.

That wasn’t really true. She felt like she knew Mac—like she could trust him. Even though she hadn’t truly known him that long. But it was long enough, right?

He crossed behind her and set the bags on the counter.

The cabin was one big room with a large stone fireplace along the front wall. A little kitchen area filled one back corner, and a full-size bed filled the other. Her mouth went dry at the thought of spending the night here with Mac. She pushed those thoughts out of her head. She’d think about the sleeping arrangements—and that bed—later.

Right now, she needed a bathroom. And a shower. Her clothes stunk like marijuana and dirt and sweat. The kind of sweat born of fear and desperation. The man who took her wore a distinctive cologne—something expensive—and she could still smell the faint scent of it on her clothes.

All she wanted was to climb into a hot shower and stay there for an hour. Or a week. Yes, a week would be nice. She could come out when all of this was solved and over, and the bad guys had been caught. She could come out when she knew she was safe. On the drive, she had filled Mac in on everything that had happened that day, and now she just wanted to wash it all away.

She turned to Mac. “Is there a bathroom? Somewhere I can take a shower?”

He pointed to a door off the kitchen area. “There’s a little bathroom, nothing fancy. But it’s got hot water.” He dug in the bags and pulled out the toiletries. “I saw you grabbed shampoo. I got some soap and a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste.”

She accepted the handful of things gratefully. She could have kissed him for remembering a toothbrush.

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