Chapter 12: Chapter 13

When he could finally catch his breath, he slipped from her wet grasp and went to dispose of the condom. Then he slid back beneath the quilt with her and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her against him. Her breathing was still choppy and she was still shivering, but not from a chill. Rather from the aftereffects of the intensity of what had just happened between them. They lay there quietly while the fire crackled and sparked and cast its warmth throughout the cabin.

"Can I ask you something?" He kept his voice purposely low and even.

Dakota stiffened in his arms. "About what?"

"Had you been to the spot at Neil Washington's before today?"

"You mean where the men and the deer were...killed?"

"Yeah. That place."

She shook her head. "No. Unlike a lot of other people, I didn't have a sense of morbid curiosity about it. Why?"