[h2][color=lightpink]Sherry Birkin[/color][/h2][hr]Sherry allowed herself to be held and guided, her brain too much of a mess to speak. It seemed naive, to allow herself to be led to this cabin, but she didn’t think she had anything to fear from this man, not with the way he was speaking.

It was a simple space with two rooms. She was led into the second where there was a bed. She wasn’t tired, but even so she drifted off and by the time she woke again, the sky was dark outside the drafty windows.

The initial shock had passed. Still, Sherry was feeling… well, a lot of things. Confused. Confused was the best word for it right now. There was so much to process. And on top of that, she had her investigation to worry about.

For the moment, it seemed best to stay here. She would be safe for the night and the man might have information she could use. She reluctantly pulled herself out of the warmth of the bed and went out into the other room.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

And then suddenly she was enveloped in his arms and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t fight it, but she didn’t return the affection.