"That was the plan, but then Imogen said about bringing her friends, and well, honestly, you'll love it here and you'll get some peace and quiet."
She opened the door and led Rosa inside.
Rosa looked around the room. "Wow, it's…"
"Isn't it just spectacular?" Meredith said, pressing a button and opening the blinds. "Now, the fridge is stocked, the cupboards have the essentials, and there is a small buggy out the back that you can use to come and go."
And before Rosa could say another word, Meredith was gone. So were the girls and the taxi. "Oh, my suitcase?" She opened the door and there it was on the small deck.
“Great…see you all later then,” she grumbled, pulling her belongings inside to consider things. Was it that bad? Really? A week in this luxury cabin all by herself. She had a vehicle of sorts to go up to the house, if and when she wanted to. There would be the party, and most likely excursions she'd be invited along to, but ultimately, she had a holiday all to herself if she wanted it, and wasn’t she always complaining about getting a break?
A few minutes later she had her head around it, wheeling her case into the bedroom that would overlook the view.
When she heard another car pull up she was a little worried, until the door opened and Billy walked in.
"What are you doing here?" Rosa asked.
Billy looked confused. "I'm staying here so the girls could have my room and Mum wouldn't be overcrowded. Why are you here?"
"Because your mum couldn't fit us all in at her place."
Billy frowned as she pulled her phone from her pocket. "Damn, no signal."
"Well, you could take the golf cart and go to the house. I'm sure your case will fit on it, or you can get someone to come and pickit up." Rosa folded her arms across her chest. "Because you and I are not sharing."
"No, that would be…disastrous," Billy mocked. "Imagine having to do that." She grinned at her own humour. "Is it really the end of the world? I mean, neither of us really wants to be subjected to overexcited teenagers and my fussing parents, do we?"
Rosa grimaced. "No, but…"
"We don't have to entertain each other. It's just a place to sleep and change clothes."
"I guess…" Rosa chewed her thumbnail.
"And there are two rooms," Billy noted, pointing towards the two open doors and the beds in each. "And if it is all too much, then I'll speak to my mother and one of us can move into the main house."
Rosa sighed. "Fine."
Chapter seven
Rosa stared at the vehicle parked outside the cabin. "This is what we're taking up to the house?"
"Yep." Billy patted the roll cage. "Fifteen minutes up the road. Easy."
"It’s a death trap," Rosa said. The road was long, steep, and winding—she could see it snaking up the mountain from where they stood. And the contraption didn't feel safe at all as far as Rosa was concerned, nor was it helpful with her clothing choices. "How am I supposed to wear anything nice when we need to wear protective gear anytime we use this?"
Billy shrugged. "Get changed at Mum's."
Rosa huffed. "Yes, more work for me. Quelle surprise."
"You're right. It's not acceptable." Billy’s face scrunched as she thought about it. "I'll go into town tomorrow and see if I can hire us a car for the week."
"Really?"
"Sure. This is as much your holiday as it is anyone else's, and with the snow, it probably makes sense, right?"
"I…"
"But right now, this is all we have, so…hop in."
