Mid-internal-pep talk, I see Sam headed toward the staff cabins. He slows his truck to a crawl, and I come to a stop beside his driver’s side window. “You headed to the chalets?” he asks, one denim-clad arm hanging out the window. Impatience rattles beneath my skin. “Yeah. I am.” “Girl’s not there,” he grunts. “Where the fuck is she?” I growl, my chest rising with each word. Sam grins. “Took her to Nowhere.”
