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Rix glanced at Jorik, and Jorik just bobbed his blond head enthusiastically.
“All in favor of staying atleastone night in the cabin of sin?” Rix asked, shooting his hand up in the air.
“Aye,” Jorik said, putting his hand in the air as well.
I had no idea what we were doing, but I followed along. “Aye,” I echoed.
“Aye,” Rix said. “Those opposed?”
Zane’s face just grew darker and more murderous.
“All right then, the ayes have it. We will stay at least one night in the cabin of sin, debauchery and orgasms. Zane, feel free to sleep in the loft upstairs. It’s gonna get loud tonight, buddy.” Rix slapped Zane on the back, only to dodge his friend’s right hook, which made Zane go crashing into the counter.
Rix and Jorik stifled their laughs.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hearing theoofnoise Zane made as he took the hard edge of the counter to his gut.
His heart rate had picked up the moment he entered the cabin, but it was pumping even faster now.
A growl rumbled through him as he spun to face me. “Like you fucking care.” Then he stormed off, doing as Rix suggested and heading for the loft.
“I asked if you were okay. Doesn’t that show you that I care?” I called after him, but the only answer I got was the slamming of the loft bathroom door, which made the whole house shake.
“Ray of sunshine, that one,” I murmured. “Captain Grumpy Penis.”
Rix and Jorik both grinned wide.
“I’m going to go put this in the bedroom,” Jorik said, grabbing the coconut oil and sliding off the stool.
We spent the rest of the day going through the cabin and collecting things that we figured would be valuable for the boat. I hoped that nobody still used this place and they simply abandoned it in mint condition.
That was the narrative I was going to stick with, as it made the whole pillaging thing a bit easier of a pill to swallow.
We gathered more blankets, better pillows, cooking oil and seasonings, fuel, fishing lines and lures, clothes, toiletries, and all the nonperishable food we could find and filled up every available storage space on the boat.
Zane and I gave each other a wide berth, which was for the best. His mood was surlier than ever after he was overruled and we decided to stay the night. Even after a shower where Iknewhe’d taken himself in his palm and had an orgasm—because I could hear it and feel his heart rate—he was still a grumpy, moody jerk for the rest of the day.
“Look what I found,” Rix said, waving a bottle of amber liquid three-quarters full while Jorik, Zane and I sat in the living room and watched the sky get perpetually darker as night settled in.
“No shit,” Jorik said, appearing excited. “Where the fuck’d you find that?”
“Hidden cupboard in the bookcase in the library.” Rix sat down beside me, unscrewed the lid, and put the mouth of the bottle to his lips. When he brought the bottle down, he made a face and sucked in air through his teeth. “Shit.”
“What is it?” I asked, taking the bottle from him when he passed it to me and putting it to my nose. I reared back fast when whatever was in there tried to singe my nose hairs.
“If I were to guess, Cat, I’d say the guy who owned this place made his own whiskey. I’m gonna go hunting for a hidden still tomorrow. See what I can find. He’s probably got booze buried everywhere.” Rix blanched from the residual taste on his tongue. “Shit is strong! And not good.”
Jorik snickered.
I put the mouth of the bottle to my lips and tipped it up, letting a little bit of it trickle into my mouth.
It burned.
Dear God, did it burn.
I coughed and grimaced, twisting my face up in disgust as the vile fire liquid made a path of flames down my throat.
“What is the point of that?” I demanded, thrusting the bottle into Jorik’s hand.
