Sunny lay still, focused on the sounds of the house. When she heard nothing but soft snores and was sure all three males slept, she rolled carefully out of bed. The door snicked softly when she opened it, but Carlos didn’t budge. She crept down the hall and gathered her clothes from the living floor before retracing her steps to the back door.Her cat side, sensing her unease, wanted out to roam, to run off some energy. She kept it caged so much of the time it was nearly bursting from her skin. She considered going out naked, but couldn’t risk coming back for her clothes and finding anyone awake. They’d be damned curious as to why she was roaming the swamp in nothing but her skin.She wasn’t getting dressed before she was forced to, though. Even two weeks shy of Christmas, the south Florida swamp was hot and muggy. She headed into the trees, searching for a good place to stash her shorts and tank. Shrugged when she realized she hadn’t bothered with shoes. She found a bunch of low hanging branches that created a cradle about four hundred yards in.
