The Hummer's doors slammed shut again ten minutes later.
Sera watched from the doorway as Lachlan popped the back open and hauled out a black go bag slung over one shoulder. It was dense. Heavy enough to pull against his frame, but he carried it like it weighed nothing. His boots thudded softly against the porch as he re-entered the cabin, the wind behind him bringing a trace of smoke and cold lake air.
He didn't hesitate. Didn't even ask if it was okay to bring his gear inside. Of course he didn't. People like Lachlan didn't ask—they assessed, acted, and waited to see if they were stopped.
But Sera didn't stop him.
She leaned against the wall and nodded once toward the hallway. "Shower's yours. Hot water's still running. I turned the tank on last week."
