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around the rim of her wine glass. “Well, we’re here for another four weeks. And of course; you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I have a feeling you may die of boredom before that, though. I give you a week before you send up a flare to your manager to airlift you out of here.” She chuckled. “Week and a half at most.”
    “Four weeks? That seems like a long time,” David said as he stood up. “Is there another blanket in that magic trunk?”
    “Yes, but let me---”
    David held out his hand to halt her movement. “I’ve got it,” he said as he walked over to pull out a fuzzy blue blanket. He settled back into the chair and draped the blanket across the lower half of his body. “Now, you were telling me why you’re all up here for a month.”
    “Well, since the women are older and don’t have husbands to rush home to, or little kids to look after, they love being here for an extended time. Gives them something to look forward to. Those who still have jobs, like Samantha, have so much vacation time that they can get away with taking a month off. Besides- when you’re a writer, you can do your job anywhere.”
    “I have to say; I can’t imagine being bored around such an outspoken group.” David snuggled down into the chair a bit and looked at Charlotte. “Plus it’s nice to be around women who don’t want to pull my hair or rip my clothes off.”
    Charlotte let out a huge laugh. “I think Emma may have wanted rip your clothes off!”
    David chuckled. “God bless, Emma.”

CHAPTER 3
    Early morning sunlight poked through the gauzy sheers of the cabin’s living room and straight onto Charlotte’s face. The strong scent of coffee fluttered beneath her nostrils. She blinked her eyes several times and uncurled herself down the length of couch. She sat up, confused. Why was she on the couch? Charlotte got her answer when she saw the empty wine bottle on the coffee table.
    “Oh, man .” Charlotte rubbed her hands across her eyes, smearing the crust of sleep across her face as she did so. She yawned and stretched, her sore limbs yelping in pain.
    Maybe tearing into the second bottle of wine wasn’t such a good idea after all . Charlotte thought as she flopped back against the couch. She frowned when her head landed on something that definitely wasn’t a couch pillow. Charlotte turned and smiled when she realized it was the rolled-up blanket that David had thrown across his legs the night before. She sat up and ran her hands across the nubby pills of the blanket, impressed by his thoughtfulness. Charlotte bit her nail and looked back in the direction of his bedroom, then crept towards the room, those glasses of wine splashing around inside, her and saw the door was open. She pushed the door back a bit and peered in. The bed was empty, though the sheets and blankets lay in a rumpled mess at its foot. She noticed David’s backpack in the corner, a pair of jeans spilling from its mouth.
    “Well,” Charlotte mused. “He couldn’t have gone far.”
    Charlotte stretched and yawned again before she made her way into her room to shower and dress. The steam of the shower ironed out the kinks in her muscles, and Charlotte started to hum nonchalantly while she washed her hair. After slicking back her curls into a ponytail and throwing on a pair of frayed blue jeans and form-fitting red tee-shirt, Charlotte bounded into the living room, ready for the day.
    “David?” Charlotte called out but was greeted with silence. She shrugged and headed to the kitchen. “Guess he’s not back from his mystery mission,” she muttered as she went to pull down a package of donuts. She smiled as she realized he’d made a pot of coffee before he’d left. For an international movie star, David King was turning out to be quite the gentleman. Charlotte poured herself a cup of coffee and blew on the steaming liquid before she took a sip. As she opened up the donuts, Charlotte looked out the window and saw two of the