Let the Hunt Commence

             Janine woke to the pale morning light filtering in through a loose board on the barn’s side. The rain stopped recently; she could still hear the water dripping off things outside.

             “Well, good morning.” A deep voice said into her right ear. That’s when it registered with her. The pillow she was using was a little too hard and warm. Because it wasn’t a pillow but Haden’s arm. Janine sat up quickly when she remembered exactly how she got into this position. What was she thinking, kissing him, and then letting everything get out of hand like that? What must he think of her? This was all too humiliating for her to think about.

             “We should get to the house and find them before they disappear on us again.”

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