Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother Novel Book 4) by Lisa Helen Gray

Author:Lisa Helen Gray [Gray, Lisa Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-09T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Due to the dim lighting, I’ve not been able to take in much of the area, yet I can still see the beauty in what I have viewed. Whoever takes care of the presentation of the cabins, does it with love. They’ve put dedication into detail, into making each one look loved and cared for.

I feel terrible over how they’ve let us stay. Something is bound to get broken. I don’t want their work to be ruined.

From the introduction Clayton gave me after we left the others, Cabin Lakes is family run and some of the cabins are long-term rentals.

I can see why. Not only is the scenery—from what I’ve managed to glimpse—stunning, but each cabin is warm and inviting.

Each end of the cabin has hanging baskets, ready for when the flowers bloom. Under the window is a flower bed, a wooden bench underneath. On each side of the door are two lanterns, the electrical candles flickering to replicate a real flame.

There’s even a small wooden locker next to the door to place muddy boots and umbrellas.

“How did you find this place?” I ask as we continue along the path.

“My granddad was friends with theirs. We would come during the winter most years. When the lake is frozen or snow is on the ground here, it’s spectacular.”

“I can believe it. This place is incredible,” I gush.

“It really is. That cabin,” he continues, pointing to a two-storey brightly-lit home, “is Lola and Dean’s home. They used the plot of land to build on when her parents’ cabin was destroyed during Storm Ellen. He used parts of it in the house to give her some of it back. It was one of the last things she had left of them.”

That’s beautiful.

“As much as I love this place so far, I don’t think I could live here.”

Clayton doesn’t seem convinced. “Really? Why? This is one of the most beautiful places in England.”

“Exactly,” I affirm. “Living here, unless it held sentimental value, would become ordinary. You wouldn’t see the beauty like someone who was visiting for the first time.”

“Huh?”

I sigh, stopping outside our cabin, and turn to him. “Why do you go on holiday?”

“To get away, relax, explore.”

I nod, agreeing. “And for a change of scenery. People who live near the beach won’t pay to go to another one that’s the same. They won’t see the beauty, enjoy the smell of salt in the air, or delight in being a tourist. They won’t see the little things because they live with it. I couldn’t live like that. I love that feeling you get when you experience something for the first time, when you taste something, or that rush you get. I can’t imagine not having it. Although,” I add, taking a look around at the paved walkway and sun-powered streetlamps, “I couldn’t imagine there being anywhere as nice as this in England.”

When he doesn’t say anything for a moment, I glance up at him. His pupils dilate, his lips parting as he tilts his head to the side.

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