Sonora spotted them at the same time Ryan did, and her curse was a little more emphatic. She knew without a doubt that she would be in far more trouble than Ryan would be about this. Glancing down at the boy, she gave his shoulder a squeeze and moved away from the window, starting towards the door. "Oh, he will<em>definitely</em>be pissed at me, Ryan. But I have a feeling you'll still be running laps. I want you to stay right there in the window so he can see you, okay? Do not move from that spot."<br/><br/>Taking a breath, she opened the door and stepped outside. Closing Ryan in the cabin, along with the heat generated by the fire, Sonora moved to the edge of the porch and waited nervously for Grayson's approach. Her heart was pounding and it felt like she couldn't catch her breath. She hadn't felt fear like this in a very long time. "Grayson, I can explain," she said as soon as he was within hearing distance, "just give me a chance to explain before you rip out my throat."