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Authors: Stephanie Williams
in that,” Sandra laughed.
“But, I can see why my uncle is letting it go.” Sean ran a hand over the dust encrusted mantel. “It’s going to take a lot of work.”
“We can worry about that tomorrow. Let’s find the bedrooms and see who gets which one. I’m ready to crash.” Patrick yawned.
“No brainer. I get the biggest one.” She grabbed her makeup bag and ran upstairs.
“Now how does that work?” Patrick climbed the stairs behind her.
“I’m a woman.”
“Whatever.”
“Hey! Are the utilities on?” Sandra leaned over the balcony railing. She grabbed onto it as vertigo hit her. The place was a castle, and her voice echoed through the foyer.
“Yeah, that’s what Travis told me,” Sean yelled back. “He had them switched on a couple of days ago, and the refrigerator and pantry are stocked.”
“Great, I’m taking a nice hot bath.”
Sandra walked slowly down the hallway. Careful not to overlook any nook or cranny, she noticed closets lining the walls and a few dusty pictures. Finally, she came to the first door. She opened it and entered the room. What a pleasant surprise.
“Hey, you guys, you should see my room!”
“I’m standing right behind you, dear,” Patrick purred in her ear.
“Yikes! You scared me.” She headed toward the open doorway to the bath. “Look at this layout.”
“Look at the size of that bed,” Patrick pointed out.
“This must be the room for the caretakers or Travis and his wife,” Sandra said from the bathroom. “You should see it in here, too. It’s sort of dated, but it has marble and gold swan fixtures!”
He peeked in and whistled low. “Well, since you claim-jumped this room, I’ll go look for mine.”
“Where’s Sean?”
“He’s still downstairs.” He stroked her face with the back of his hand.
“Patrick.” She brushed it aside, caught off guard.
He winked. “Unpack and relax.”
Sandra watched him go. Relax? Who was he kidding?
She’d thought the place would be a distraction and help put their friendship back on track. But instead, she realized how difficult the three weeks would be alone with those two. Probably a dilemma a lot of women wouldn’t mind having. Which reminded her…. She dug her cell phone out of her purse.
The phone rang three times before Rhonda answered. “Hey, girl. How’s the cabin?” Killer’s playful yaps echoed in the background.
“Great, but it’s not a cabin. It’s a full-blown lodge, a bed and breakfast to be exact.”
“Really? Cool. So what are you guys going to do up there, all alone, in that big house?” The implication hung in her voice.
“I don’t know what Sean and Patrick are going to do, but I’m about to take a bath and go to bed.”
“By yourself?”
“Yes! Rhonda, really!”
“You need to get your freak on. I would if I were you.”
“You are so ghetto,” Sandra muttered, exasperated.
“Hey, keeping it real. You are waaaay up there in no man’s land—”
“We’re in The Rockies. People are all over the place.”
“The cabins are far apart, right? Lots of space in between.”
Sandra sat on the edge of the bed. She would humor her friend for one more minute. “What are you saying?”
“You three can do all kinds of stuff, and no one would hear you. It’s perfect. It’s like that article in Just for Women , with that lady and her farmhands.”
Minute’s up . “I’m going to go run my bath now and maybe have a bite to eat before I go to bed…alone.”
“Don’t have to be alone,” Rhonda sing-songed.
“Bye.” She disconnected, shaking her head.
Heading for the bath, she played the conversation over in her head.
They were up there all alone. The lodge was way off the beaten track. Its location, tucked away, facing a beautiful pond and majestic mountains, offered optimum privacy. Sandra rushed over to the bedroom door, shut and locked it. She didn’t know who she didn’t trust, the guys or herself.
***
“Where is she?” Sean
“But, I can see why my uncle is letting it go.” Sean ran a hand over the dust encrusted mantel. “It’s going to take a lot of work.”
“We can worry about that tomorrow. Let’s find the bedrooms and see who gets which one. I’m ready to crash.” Patrick yawned.
“No brainer. I get the biggest one.” She grabbed her makeup bag and ran upstairs.
“Now how does that work?” Patrick climbed the stairs behind her.
“I’m a woman.”
“Whatever.”
“Hey! Are the utilities on?” Sandra leaned over the balcony railing. She grabbed onto it as vertigo hit her. The place was a castle, and her voice echoed through the foyer.
“Yeah, that’s what Travis told me,” Sean yelled back. “He had them switched on a couple of days ago, and the refrigerator and pantry are stocked.”
“Great, I’m taking a nice hot bath.”
Sandra walked slowly down the hallway. Careful not to overlook any nook or cranny, she noticed closets lining the walls and a few dusty pictures. Finally, she came to the first door. She opened it and entered the room. What a pleasant surprise.
“Hey, you guys, you should see my room!”
“I’m standing right behind you, dear,” Patrick purred in her ear.
“Yikes! You scared me.” She headed toward the open doorway to the bath. “Look at this layout.”
“Look at the size of that bed,” Patrick pointed out.
“This must be the room for the caretakers or Travis and his wife,” Sandra said from the bathroom. “You should see it in here, too. It’s sort of dated, but it has marble and gold swan fixtures!”
He peeked in and whistled low. “Well, since you claim-jumped this room, I’ll go look for mine.”
“Where’s Sean?”
“He’s still downstairs.” He stroked her face with the back of his hand.
“Patrick.” She brushed it aside, caught off guard.
He winked. “Unpack and relax.”
Sandra watched him go. Relax? Who was he kidding?
She’d thought the place would be a distraction and help put their friendship back on track. But instead, she realized how difficult the three weeks would be alone with those two. Probably a dilemma a lot of women wouldn’t mind having. Which reminded her…. She dug her cell phone out of her purse.
The phone rang three times before Rhonda answered. “Hey, girl. How’s the cabin?” Killer’s playful yaps echoed in the background.
“Great, but it’s not a cabin. It’s a full-blown lodge, a bed and breakfast to be exact.”
“Really? Cool. So what are you guys going to do up there, all alone, in that big house?” The implication hung in her voice.
“I don’t know what Sean and Patrick are going to do, but I’m about to take a bath and go to bed.”
“By yourself?”
“Yes! Rhonda, really!”
“You need to get your freak on. I would if I were you.”
“You are so ghetto,” Sandra muttered, exasperated.
“Hey, keeping it real. You are waaaay up there in no man’s land—”
“We’re in The Rockies. People are all over the place.”
“The cabins are far apart, right? Lots of space in between.”
Sandra sat on the edge of the bed. She would humor her friend for one more minute. “What are you saying?”
“You three can do all kinds of stuff, and no one would hear you. It’s perfect. It’s like that article in Just for Women , with that lady and her farmhands.”
Minute’s up . “I’m going to go run my bath now and maybe have a bite to eat before I go to bed…alone.”
“Don’t have to be alone,” Rhonda sing-songed.
“Bye.” She disconnected, shaking her head.
Heading for the bath, she played the conversation over in her head.
They were up there all alone. The lodge was way off the beaten track. Its location, tucked away, facing a beautiful pond and majestic mountains, offered optimum privacy. Sandra rushed over to the bedroom door, shut and locked it. She didn’t know who she didn’t trust, the guys or herself.
***
“Where is she?” Sean