Chapter 17

“Deke has a friend who owns a cabin in the woods,” Rory said. “We’re going to check it out.”

“Why?”

“Just in case, umm…” He glanced at Deke for help.

He needn’t have bothered. Molly obviously understood because she said, “In case those guys figure out Deke brought us here, right?”

“Yes,” Deke replied. “It’s highly unlikely, but there’s no sense taking a chance. They’ll never find the cabin.”

“Then why aren’t we there?”

Deke chuckled. “When you see it, you’ll figure it out.”

Molly grimaced. “It’s really old, like a hundred years, and falling down?”

“Not quite that bad, but it’s small and my friend only uses it when he goes hunting so the rest of the year it’s empty and probably has an inch of dust on everything by now.”

She scowled. “He better not hunt deer or I’ll be real angry.”

“Speaking of which,” Conall said before she went on a rant, “How are the fawns?”

Her shoulders slumped. “Gone. I think their mama took them somewhere else.”