Chapter 12

• More than two hours had passed before they returned to knock on the cabin’s door. “Cora, open up.” The women sighed with relief when Dade’s voice boomed through the door.
• Leena watched as the four men came through the door. They were dripping wet, pulling rain ponchos over their heads, hanging them on the pegs by the door. She watched Owen as he walked toward her, seated on the top bunk wrapped in a dry blanket. Taking it off, she wrapped it around his shoulders and offered a small, helpless smile. “You look frozen.”
• He held her hand and relaxed into the warmth of the blanket. “I may never be warm again.”