By day three, Veronica was climbing the walls.

"Then why are you breathing like you ran from something?"

"I have a cast-iron pan and a cabin that doesn't have any windows facing the lodge." He tilted his head toward a narrow path leading down into the trees. "Dinner's at seven. If you want to stop hiding and actually be somewhere for once."

That startled a laugh out of her. A real one. "Veronica."

"I prefer my vegetables with some aggression. Roasted. Maybe charred."