Pulling it together and burying my excitement to see him, I put an unfazed look on my face and my hands on my hips.
“So now you come to see me?”
“You baked him cookies?” He fired off his question so rapidly that there was no way he registered mine.
I scoff and roll my eyes while folding my arms across my chest. “Not that it matters, but no, I didn’t. I made some cookies, and he was lucky enough to get the leftovers.”
Mitch stares at me for a moment. His gaze drops from my face down to my breasts sitting high in my top and then to my shorts that are being eaten up by my thighs. When that gaze lands back on my face, I swear my pussy practically purrs.
“Go pack an overnight bag,” he says then turns around and heads down my steps.
“Wait,” I call out, stepping onto the porch. “Where are we going?”
He turns and looks me up and down. “Somewhere I can show you privately why you don’t bake another man cookies.” With those words, he turns around and disappears out of my yard.
Well, fuck me. I hurry into my house. I packed my bag so quickly I can only hope I have everything I need.
The ride to the cabin was quiet. I’ve always known Mitchell had this cabin by the lake, but this will be my first time out here.
Hopping down out of the truck, I take in the surrounding sights. The cabin was about half-a-mile back off the main road. It was a classic log-built cabin with a large front porch.
“Come on,” Mitch says, grabbing my hand. He walks me up the short steps to the front door.
The moment we walk into the home, I get the most serene feeling in the world. It feels as if I’ve just walked into my own secluded part of the world. The rustic cabin design from the outside leads into the house’s decorations, but that’s the only thing rustic about the inside.
It’s an open floor plan with a state-of-the-art kitchen and a wide-open living room that includes a wood-burning fireplace, and giant furry bear rug. However, the showstopper of the place is the back wall comprised of all glass windows. Four large panes at the bottom and four at the top that slope into a triangle shape.
Letting go of Mitch’s hand, I walk over to the windows. It’s then I discovered they aren’t just windows, they’re patio doors. And on the other side of that door is a stunning view of the most peaceful-looking lake I have ever seen.
I stand with my face pressed to the glass, gazing out at the purple and orange sky, which is broken up by the tops of trees.
His hand at my back has me turning from the view.
“This is beautiful.”
He dips his chin before sliding the door open. It’s a pocket door that slides into the last glass pane on the right.
“When my grandfather bought the property, he built a simple one-room cabin on it by himself.”
We step out onto the back deck, which is fully stocked with an outdoor kitchen. He leads me to the edge of the deck, right at the top of the short stairs. He points to the right, and sitting there is a small tin-roofed cabin with one simple front window.
“Is that your grandfather’s original cabin?”
He smiles. “Mostly. It’s a new roof, and I added a few more upgrades. But it’s basically the same.”
“That is so amazing that you could keep his cabin.”
“When he passed,” Mitch explains. “My dad had this cabin built.” He turns and points to the cabin behind us. “Over the years, I’ve added to it. The wall of windows, this deck, and the kitchen are all my upgrades.”
I have to say I’m so impressed. I always knew Mitch was great with his hands. Hell, I knew that even before he started helping me fix my home, but seeing how beautiful this cabin is has made me truly see his talent.
“Mitchell, this place is stunning. No wonder the boy’s love coming here.”
He grins turning back out to stare at the lake. “It has always been my special place. Even as a boy, it was where my father andI would come and bond. You are the first woman to step foot on this property.” He turns to look at me when he says the words.
“Wait, are you serious?”
He chuckles. “My mother was never interested in it. My grandfather built it for his escape, so he never invited my grandmother. I tried to invite Valerie once, and she didn’t want to come. She thought we were going camping in a small shack. So, you are the first woman to touch these grounds.”
