Page 138 of Mountain Boss

Sleep finds me again.

My eyes flutter open.

I stay still for a moment, taking stock of my body.

My head doesn’t hurt as much.

I swallow, and that feels better too.

I flex my fingers and toes.

My muscles ache, but that’s probably from staying in bed for so long.

I finally notice the bright daylight lining the curtains.

“Shit.” I groan, annoyed that I forgot to set an alarm for myself.

Guests are coming today, and I haven’t finished the cabins.

Rolling off the edge of the bunk, I marvel at the softness of the mattress while forgetting my legs are unsteady and nearly collapse to the floor.

I grip the edge of the bunk, keeping myself upright.

“Okay. A little slower.”

I take my time getting my balance before letting go.

The curtain over the doorway is pulled shut. Something Sterling must have done while he was here.

My cheeks heat thinking of him as I pull the curtain open.

It’s all a bit fuzzy, but I remember him checking on me. Giving me water and…

I sag against the wall.

How…?

When…?

Tears fill my eyes.

There’s a space heater in the middle of the floor. The source of the hum I heard earlier, filling the whole cabin with wonderfully warm air.

And…

A half laugh, half sob catches in my throat.

There’s a mini fridge.

A plain black one, on top of the new square table, tucked into the far corner.

It’s a folding table.

Nothing fancy.

But it’s strong enough to hold a mini fridge… and a microwave.

And the two exposed sides of the table have matching folding chairs.

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