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“I do not have a cute nose,” Ammo grumbled.

“Are you sure I’m not too heavy for you?” she asked.

“Hush.”

“Again with the hush. Stop with the hush,” she told him.

“Stop talking foolish, then.”

“I am not talking foolish,” she said. “I might be too heavy for you.”

“You weigh nothing.”

“I do not weigh nothing.”

“You need some feeding up.”

She let out a sigh, deciding to let this argument go. It wasn’t like he was going to let her walk, and the truth was she was feeling rather tired. He didn’t even seem to be getting winded as he carried her up the trail that led to a cabin in the woods.

After a while, she actually found herself enjoying the ride. Her feet were dangling so she swung them back and forth as she took in the views. Plus, his back was nice and warm and he smelled really good.

She was a little bit concerned about how rustic the cabin was going to be. But when they finally made their way to the small clearing, she saw that it was built solidly. There was even a small porch out front. Ammo carried her right into the cabin after Kirsten unlocked it.

Stepping inside, she saw that while it might be small, the ceilings were high, giving it a much larger feeling.

Kirsten showed them around. There was one bedroom with a bathroom, and then a small living area and kitchen. That was it. Four rooms made up the entirety of the cabin.

“Where is Webb going to sleep?” She eyed the couch. It did look rather comfortable.

“He’s got a tent. He’ll sleep outside,” Ammo told her.

“Oh, that doesn’t seem very nice,” she said. “Why doesn’t he just take the couch?”

Ammo shot her a look that she didn’t understand.

“It’s all good,” Webb said from the kitchen where he was unpacking groceries into a large pantry. “I like it outside, and I like my privacy.”

“There’s an outdoor toilet too,” Kirsten said. “You can use it if you want, rather than coming in here.”

Webb nodded.

“Ammo, I’ll show you everything you need to know outside,” Kirsten told him.

Aimee started to follow along behind them.

Ammo turned to her and pointed to the sofa. “Sit.”

“What?” she said.

“Sit. Take it easy. Rest.”

“I didn’t even walk one step to get up here. I don’t need to rest.”

He pointed at the couch without saying a word.

With a huff, she sat, crossing her arms over her chest. A wave of exhaustion washed through her. It was crazy when she hadn’t really been doing much, but she guessed nearly dying could take it out of you. Plus, there was the fact that she’d had two nightmares last night, so her sleep hadn’t been the best.

As she sat there, Webb brought her over a bottle of water and a couple of chocolate chip cookies.