One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Four days.

Five days.

Six days.

Seven days.

Heather opened her eyes, staring up at the morning light. Her body was completely sated.

The thick arm draped across her stomach nearly sent her into a panic attack, but as she turned to look at David’s sleeping face, she was able to keep a hold of her sanity, but only just. They were still in the old cabin.

Lifting her hand, she pressed it to her forehead, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. ...