Why is a girl coming into my cabin?
Is this a joke from Thorne and Briar?
Someone thought I’d be lonely for Christmas and found me a?—
She turns and her gaze snaps to me.
Namely, my naked body.
Shit, I’m fucking naked!
She screams.
I scream, too, because that seems to be the appropriate response.
“I have a weapon!” she shouts, lunging for her bag.
“I don’t!” I yell back, torn between raising my hands in surrender or covering myself. “Get out of my cabin!”
She pauses mid-search and slowly pushes her hair out of her face.
“Rhys?”
I stop and stare at her harder. She’s not someone tagging along with our group, is she? I didn’t want a jersey chaser coming with me. I could’ve had my pick, probably, but I wanted some freaking alone time.
Nope.
Recognition filters in too fast, and my body does this weird, swooping flush.
The heat from the fire is getting to me. I slowly cover my dick with both hands, because it’s reacting, too.
Unfortunately.
My eyebrows hike, and I stare. This is impossible. She…
“Mira Winters,” I say faintly.
She nods once. Just a jerk of her chin. Her hair swings again, obscuring her face. She glances over her shoulder at the open door, and I rush for my forgotten clothes. I yank my boxers and jeans into place, ignoring how the fabric drags over my wet skin.
By the time she looks back, I’m more decent than a second ago. But…Mira Winters.
We were neighbors in middle school.
That feels like a lifetime ago. And right now… she’s definitely all grown up. No more braces—for either of us—or awkward spots of acne. Well, for me.
Damn.
“This is my cabin,” Mira says.
That shatters any illusion that this was planned by my scheming best friend. Not that he would know who she was, but still. She and I weretight. Besties. As close as two twelve-year-olds could be anyway.
“So…” She frowns. “Can you get out?”
CHAPTER 4
MIRA
Why is my life a joke?
