[Song Recommendation: Billie Eilish - All the Good Girls Go to Hell.]
"He's not going to carry me?" Erin asked. "I mean, I'm barely covering myself right now, and I'm using a high heel! Do you think that I'm going to walk to that cabin? Oh hell no!"
The burly men looked at each other and replied, "How about I carry you inside, Miss? Surely you don't mind, right?"
Erin looked at the burly man who offered to carry her.
He wasn't bad looking at all.
In fact, his strong arm must've felt good for her.
So she nodded, "Alright, carry me to the cabin. Don't worry about Mr. Grant, I will tell him that you two are just doing your job. He's 100% obedient to me."
"… sure, Miss."
Henry was sitting at a mahogany table with a private candlelight dinner set prepared for Erin. He wanted it to be perfect so Erin wouldn't suspect a thing.
