In the last installment of Cabin Fever
In the first installment of Cabin Fever
The first fat raindrops began to hit the roof, then the windows, quickly building into a heavy downpour as the storm rolled in. Guilt crashed over Jax like a wave, twisting his stomach. He pushed past Mason, muttering, “I need air,” and barged out the door into the rain.
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