Chapter 226

FIONA SLID OUT FROM the truck and stretched. She wouldn't think of grumbling about the ride, but damn. There had to be some shocks or something that could make the truck a smoother ride.

They'd passed through town, turned off the main highway and kept going a little ways into what felt like nowhere. He hadn't offered an explanation, but most of the mailboxes along this dirt road had the same surname written on them.

Marco's house was at the end of a cul-de-sac, pushed off a little ways from the road. It was an honest-to-God log cabin, with a wide deck and a second-story balcony. Actually, the deck and balcony might be bigger than the whole dang house.

He paused at the front of the truck, staring off to his right.