Page 5 of Two Canes, One Cup
I must be getting old. Four hours of sitting feels like forty.
He mirrors me on the opposite side of the car with a groan. “Remember when we drove for six hours just to get a blizzard at Dairy Queen?”
“We were eighteen. We also stood outside for six hours to get into Attack of the Clones. I still want that time back.” I think that’s the last Star Wars movie I watched.
Maybe that’s what inspired my desire to get into directing?
An irrational push to try and do better.
“Should we binge the series while we’re here?” he laughs as he opens up the back.
I head to the main door of the spacious cabin and punch in the code to unlock it.
It opens to a huge open living room with a full kitchen, framed on either side by the matching suites.
I might have booked us in the forest, but it features all the comforts we’re used to.
“I love the fireplace. Look, we can make babies on the big sheepskin rug.” He stomps some of the snow from his boots before moving deeper into the expansive building. “Which one is which?” He pauses with his arms spreading like a scarecrow between the two wings.
“Pick one, daddy,” I snap sarcastically. I guess this is going to be the running joke all week.
Veering to his left, he disappears down the hall.
I do a quick check of the kitchen to make sure it’s stocked, and happily close the full pantry.
There’s enough stuff here for a small army to last a year or two. Anything left should make a nice gift to the owners. Those cans of caviar aren’t cheap.
But they’re hard to want to live without.
“Is it all there?” Dean returns without his bags. “I have a few more things in the truck. Want me to grab the rest of yours?”
“Yep, we’re set. I’ll go with you, I have expensive liquor in that last bag I’d hate to have broken.” I pull the brass handle and gesture for him to go out before me.
“Why, thank you, darling.” He bats his eyes in a comical exaggeration, then freezes when he glances across the cul de sac. “Looks like our neighbors arrived,” he whispers.
A bright red Audi pulls into the undisturbed snow of the opposite driveway.
Only a lone woman gets out. Her thick hat is pulled low over her eyes, and her heavy dark peacoat puffs around her.
I watch curiously out of the corner of my vision as I follow him to the Land Rover.
He digs out three more awkwardly large bags while I pluck out the fragile container with the bourbon in it.
“Here,sweetheart, let me help you.” I lay it on thick as I grab the strap of one of his duffles.
The woman across the street looks up and noticeably relaxes.
She even gives a shy smile and wave before disappearing into her own cabin.
“Well, I’m pretty sure she thinks we’re a couple now.” I grin before turning on my heel.
Dean sighs behind me. “It’s for the better. No distractions this trip. Especially no women.”
Chapter 4 -Stacy
“Yea, I made it safely. There’s so much snow here!” I plop onto the comfy couch and tuck my wool-socked feet under the throw blanket.
“Ooh, I love that! It makes everything so quiet. Have you seen anyone else up there?” Amy asks excitedly.
