Imogen

"Is there anything else I can get you, Miss Ruthford?" The man with too many muscles asked. His arms looked like they wanted to attack the sleeves of his polo shirt and win their freedom from the too tight fabric. I repositioned the blanket over my shoulders and shook the weird thoughts from my head.

Hugh hadn’t lied about there being the chill in the air once the sun set. How could it be so hot in the day and get cold in the evening when we weren’t in ...