Chapter 4
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“What do you think?”
Standing just inside the entryway, Brynnon held her breath while waiting for the muscle-bound man to finish clearing the cabin’s interior.
The nerves fluttering inside were confusing. She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason, she really wanted Grant to like her little piece of heaven as much as she did.
From the tiny entryway you could see the open living room, kitchen, and staircase leading up to what would soon be her bedroom and private bath. At the far end of the kitchen was a hallway leading back to the two bedrooms, full bath, and laundry closet.
It wasn’t huge but to her, it was perfect.
Except for the occasional contractor and Angie—her one and only girlfriend—she’d never had anyone else out here until now. Even her dad had yet to find time in his busy schedule to come by and see the place.
Deeming it safe, Grant’s gorgeous eyes began scanning the cabin’s interior, taking it all in. After what felt like forever, he turned and gave her an approving nod.
“It’s nice.”
Her heart thumped. “You really think so?”
“Don’t say things I don’t mean, Princess.”
She crossed her arms. “Again, with the nickname?”
Blowing her off, he simply shrugged and began walking around slowly, staring up at the exposed beams. “The woodwork is impressive. You do all that, yourself?”
“I’d like to say yes, but no. Before this one, I had no experience with an all-wood home. I searched around and found a local guy with a small crew to clean, repair, and re-seal it all. Cost more to do that than it did putting in the floors and cabinets.”
“I bet.” He walked over to one wall. Running a hand across one of the logs, he nodded again. “They did good work.”
“Heck yeah, they did. You should’ve seen this place when I first bought it. Talk about a buyer’s remorse.”
For just a second, Brynnon thought she may have seen an actual smile trying to peek through.
Man, he’s a tough nut to crack.
“Well, this is it. Oh, and just ignore the scaffolding behind me.”
She used her thumb to point to the monstrosity of a structure ruining the otherwise perfect room.
Unfortunately, the smaller, two-story windows on each side of the stone fireplace were too high for her regular ladder to reach, so she’d borrowed the elevated frame from a guy she’d used for some of her other projects.
“I finished staining the trim and windowsill the last time I was here,” she continued. “It was the last thing I did before leaving, and I didn’t have the energy to break the scaffolding back down.”
Grant tipped his chin toward the top of the small staircase that ran along the north wall.
