The next morning, Sarah woke up tangled in Jack's strong arms, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She smiled to herself, remembering their passionate encounter the night before.

As quietly as she could, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she emerged, she found the cabin empty - no sign of Jack or his sons.

Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. Shrugging on one of Jack's flannel shirts, she padded ...