Chapter 397 Something More:>> 18

By the time we headed out of our hotel room, the rain had slowed down to a drizzle. But the day was nasty enough to make me glad we weren't going far. Cassie's cabin looked warm and inviting against the dark, damp sky. Jack welcomed us at the door, looking like the archetypal home chef with a striped apron over his outfit and a spatula in one hand. I half expected him to be wearing a toque.