Chapter 112 The Cabin

• The cabin was surprisingly rustic, not at all like the slick modern cottage the Vances owned on the North Shore. It was surrounded by maple and oak trees and had a nice view of the lake.
• Kate closed the Mercedes trunk with a soft thud. Gray turned away from the water and looked at her. Somehow, she was glad he hadn’t driven his McLaren. The sun seeped through the gaps between the leaves and dappled his tall figure. He held a bag in each hand, one hers, one his. She could not see his eyes through the dark sunglasses he wore.
• The woods were full of small chirps and chitters as they went up to the cabin door. Gray unlocked it and shouldered his way inside. Kate followed him, her sandals making light tocking sounds as she walked across the wooden floor. The scents of beeswax and pine swirled in the living room as a bit of the outside breeze came in with them. Sunlight poured in like honey through a wide skylight in the sloped roof.