Awareness hit me that I hadn’t woken through the night. I hadn’t had a nightmare! “Mac?” I said, sitting upright excited to share the news with him. He was gone. The cabin was empty. On the nightstand next to the bed was a long stemmed red rose, a bloody Mary and an overflowing bowl with at least fifty green olives. A little slip of paper lay beneath the rose. See! That ‘shit’ does come with olives! I will miss you today. Please think of me and what I intend to do to you when I get back. His words alone caused my breath to catch. Every part of me was already filled with anticipation. An eagerness to touch him and taste him again. The pounding on the door startled me, but I darted toward it, hoping it was Mac coming back for a personal goodbye. “What the hell? Is this a girl’s trip or not?” Juls snarled, pushing through and eyeballing the bed. “Good morning, sunshine,” Kat said, winking. “So? You get nailed again?” “Nailed?” I asked Juls. She picked up the red rose and jealousy crept into me.
