Page 51 of Easton Island: Old-Fashioned Christmas
“Maybe one day you will.” Morgan waited for him to squeeze past her before locking the door behind them. “What kind of dog would you like?”
“A beagle. They kind of look like Chester.”
“You’re right. They do.” Back inside the SUV, Morgan pulled onto the road.
“Where are we going now?”
“To my bed-and-breakfast to check on it.”
During the ride, Tristan rattled off a list of things he wanted to do. He loved the snow and couldn’t wait to go snowmobiling. “Uncle Jeff and I got to try out my drone. It even has a camera so I can take pictures.”
“It sounds neat. I’ve never flown a drone before.”
“Me neither. You can borrow mine,” he generously offered.
“Thank you, Tristan. Maybe I’ll give it a go.”
They arrived at Locke Pointe and found the driveway plus the parking lot already plowed, thanks to Greg. She pulled in close to the snowbank and shifted into park.
Halfway to the door, Morgan spotted her handyman clearing a path from his carriage house apartment to Locke Pointe’s back door. Changing directions, she and Tristan caught up with him.
“Hey, Morgan. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Greg. Thank you for plowing and shoveling.”
“No problem. I figured you would be by soon to check on the place.” He shot the boy a questioning glance.
“This is Tristan Blakely. He and his uncle are staying at Easton Estate for a few days.”
“Hello, Tristan.” Greg held out his hand, and they shook.
“Hello, Mr. Greg,” he politely replied.
Greg grinned. “You can skip the mister part and just call me Greg. Are you on Christmas break?”
“Yeah. My uncle and I flew here a couple of days ago. I’ve never seen snow before.”
“No?”
“It was my first time flying. Mrs. Ainsworth bought me a drone for Christmas. When I get back to her house, I’m going to fly it.”
“Have fun.”
Morgan shoved her hands in her pockets. “We’re going to run inside and check on things.”
“I beat you to it. The place is safe and sound, no sagging roof or frozen pipes.”
“I should’ve known you would. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Is your Mom back home now?”
“Yeah. There were tons of people camping out at the airport.”
“You could’ve come to Easton Estate to stay.”
“I would have except for Mom wanting to be with her friends. I figured I had better stick with her to make sure she was okay.”
