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have any hanky-panky happen.
    Or could they?
    Did Patrick and Sean see her differently now? Maybe they considered her more than a BFF and co-worker?
    “Oh brother.” She let out an exasperated groan. Burying her head in her hands, she realized the hypocrisy in her thinking. She’d thought of them in a less than a “friendly” manner lately. Masturbating like a porn star for the last couple of days wasn’t exactly spiritual thinking. She read those stories and not only thought only of Sean and Patrick, but jacked off with a vibrator pretending they were doing it. That was pathetic.
    She put her suitcase by the bedroom door. Hopefully this trip would be a blessing in disguise. Being isolated from any outside interference could put their relationship back on track. Her biggest fear looked like it was coming to pass—and they hadn’t even done anything.

 
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    The drive to The Rockies was long but entertaining. Sandra and the guys sang along to the all disco channel, though none of them could carry a note. They made few stops. One, to a motel for an overnight rest.
    She was glad they drove, instead of flying, for several reasons. For starters, they had some serious luggage. Well, she did. Also, everyone wanted to see the sights. And what beautiful sights! God’s Land. Several of their stops were at scenic outlooks and other photo ops.
    They made one last stop before their destination. They pulled into the parking lot of the local drugstore for fattening snacks, batteries for the handheld radio, and some newspapers.
    When they arrived at their destination, Sandra peered out the window, searching for a little cabin. She saw only a large, two-story log home.
    Tall stained-glass windows, exotic, hand-carved wood doors and a wraparound porch met her surprised gaze. The bushes in front desperately needed cutting. Fancy, imported plants, likely not indigenous to the area. “Plants look a bit—dead,” she commented. So the place hadn’t been tended to for a while.
    “There must be some mistake. This isn’t the little cabin, is it?” Patrick asked looking around.
    Sean pulled out his directions and the address. “According to this, it’s right. Hang on a sec. Let me call good ol’ Uncle Travis.”
    Patrick turned to face Sandra sitting in the back seat. “So, are you ready for adventure?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    “That depends on what you have in mind. I told you, I plan to get my skiing on.”
    “That could be fun, too.”
    “Uh huh…I see. Okay thanks. Will do.” Sean disconnected his cell. “Well, gang, this is Uncle Travis’s place. He runs it, or use to run it, I should say. But he’s had it closed for the past two seasons.”
    “What?” Sandra said.
    “Uncle Travis strikes again. That’s what you get for not checking up on all his businesses,” Patrick said.
    “The less we know about his shenanigans, the better. He doesn’t want the place, too much trouble. However, if I want it, I can have it and run it.” Sean unfastened his seatbelt.
    “You’re a bodybuilder and trainer, not a bed and breakfast host, Martha Stewart.” Patrick smirked.
    “Now, wait a minute. Let’s look things over.” Sean got out then reached back in the car and smacked Patrick upside the head.
    “Ow!”
    “You’re not serious?” Sandra laughed and stepped out as well.
    “Come on, guys. If anything, once we fix it up, I’ll obtain the deed, then I can turn around and sell it.” Sean retrieved the bags and gear out of the trunk.
    Patrick shrugged and helped him with the luggage. Sandra shook her head.
    Inside, she was immediately overwhelmed by the size of the cabin. Sean and Patrick dropped all the bags on the floor.
    “My goodness,” Sandra dropped her purse. “This place is ginormous! Check out the wood beam ceilings.”
    “Beautiful.” Sean leaned his head back and turned in a slow circle.
    “Dude, check out the fireplace.” Patrick ran over to it.
    “You can roast a bison