Chapter 61

I had not realized I wandered so far from camp until each step back drew more leaden than the one before. I needed Cut to—

Oh my God! Cut! He would be with her! He was a new groom. I was sick, alone, and abandoned. I dropped to my knees and flopped onto my belly in the cold, half-frozen grass. My chest ached until I passed out in the mud and snow.

“Wife? What are you doing out here?”

Cut’s voice startled me back to my senses. I raised a frozen cheek. “Too much to drink.”

He roared with laughter. “Do I carry you back like some weak, swooning woman?”

“No, but you can help me up.” I grasped a strong brown arm, and he hauled me upright. “Can…make it…now.”