Chapter 16. Giving In

Sienna

I yanked my hand back. “It was a reflex. Don’t read into it.”

“You’re paranoid for nothing,” he said, and before I could protest he took my hand again and pulled me through the woods. My objections died on the path of his grin.

Minutes later a chalet rose from the trees—lights blazing, warm and impossibly picturesque. For a second my mouth fell open. The place looked like a postcard: two stories, balconies that dipped toward the lake, every window glowing. Why in the damn hell someone build something so beautiful away from people’s attention? It looked like a hideaway.

“My god, this is…pretty.” I whispered. “But shit! The lights are on. We can’t just—what if someone calls the police?”

“Lights are on because a worker comes by. Nobody’s here now. Trust me.” He kicked the door an