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Samantha Logan parked her car in front of her family's dilapidated summer cabin. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the key from the ignition. Well, she'd done it this time! The morning newspapers would expose the entire disaster, complete with the glaring caption--"Runaway Bride."
Thank goodness she had found out what a lying, cheating skunk Grayson St. James was before she made the mistake of marrying him. No one would think of looking for her here. She would hide out until the furor died down.
She walked up the rutted path, retrieved the spare key from above the door, and stuck it in the lock. It wouldn't turn. The darned thing was probably rusted. Frustrated, she threw down her bags and got a good grip on the doorknob, rattling it as she tried to force the lock.
Suddenly, the door flew open, taking her with it. She tumbled inside the pitch-dark room. Crashing to the floor with a thump, the air whooshed from her lungs.