Finding nothing but warm sheets where a naked and willing woman should’ve been, he blinked his eyes open. Through the dim light spilling out from the bathroom, he saw Kyla in the corner, searching through piles of rope. No doubt looking for her clothes again. “I put them away last night.” Kyla jumped at the sound of his harsh whisper and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Sorry. I was trying to be quiet so you could sleep.” “The noise didn’t wake me. It was the empty bed.” Kyla laughed while she coiled the rope in her hands. “Well, it’s Saturday morning, so you know what that means.” Sawyer lay back and considered her answer. He knew she was referring to her weekly breakfasts with her siblings and for the first time during their time together, a strange thought occurred to him. He wanted to meet her family. He wanted to see what they were like.
