Christy Barritt - Desperate Measures

She smiled when she thought about Connor squealing with delight as Rusty chased him along the shore. That boy had always wanted a dog. But she could never get him one.

What would happen if they had to pick up and leave? A dog would only get in the way.

She hoped he didn’t become too attached.

A noise in the distance caught her ear.

She tensed. What was that? It almost sounded like a scratch.

She needed to find something—anything—to protect herself with. She glanced around and realized she had nothing in the nearly barren cabin.

Creeping across the floor, she grabbed a bottle of body spray she’d left on the kitchen table. It wasn’t much, but maybe she could douse the intruder’s eyes and buy some time, if that was what it came down to.

She paused by her suitcase and listened again. There was that sound. Someone was walking across the porch, nestled close to the wall and just out of her vision.

If she put the window down, the intruder would hear her and know she was inside. But if she left it up, gaining access to the house would be too easy.

She hunkered against the wall.

She glanced across the way. Through the open door across the small hallway, she could see Connor asleep in his bed. He didn’t have a clue what was going on. Good. That was the way she wanted it. For now, at least.

Another footfall sounded. And then a shadow covered the moon that had once flooded into her cabin.

She bit back a scream and prepared herself to fight.

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