The morning sun was already high when Samantha finally dragged herself out of the actual bed they'd eventually made it to. Her body ached in that pleasant way that came from sleeping tangled with three other people who all apparently believed personal space was a myth.
She could hear voices from the kitchen—low, serious tones that immediately put her on alert. Not the lazy morning banter she'd expected, but something urgent.
She threw on clothes and hurried toward the kitchen, where she found all three of her mates clustered around Marcus's tablet—the one she'd specifically banned from this trip.
"I thought we agreed no devices," she said.
Three guilty faces turned toward her.
"We did," Marcus admitted. "But the cabin's landline rang twenty minutes ago. The owner's daughter. Apparently, two hikers went missing in the forest behind the property three days ago, and search and rescue is starting to lose hope."
