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Then he hangs up.
I stand in the sunlight in downtown Fern Hollow, not quite ready to get in my car. I breathe in the fresh mountain air, feeling like I'm on the brink of something.
It'sdefinitelyjust renovating the cabin...that's for sure.
But I can’t help but feel like Gray has something in store for me.
Chapter two
Gray
Idrivedown244toward old man Dave Sawyer's old cabin, and all I can think about is my dearly departed friend.
When I got to Fern Hollow, I was completely alone. My past had finally caught up with me and I had to drive all the way across the country to escape it. Finding myself in the Pacific Northwest was a pleasant surprise, but I didn't have anyone.
Dave was my best friend. We were a bit of an odd couple, sure—he was 75, I was 30 and just out of prison. But he helped me get back on my feet, and he was the only one who seemed to get what I'd been through.
Now his granddaughter is living in his house, where we used to watch football and drink beers.
And I have no fucking idea what to expect.
He talked about her a lot. He told me she was smart, that she didn't come home very often.Shewas what Dave was most proud of.
Now he's dead, and she has everything he ever owned.
Everything he cared about.
The gravel crunches under my truck's tires as I pull into the driveway, then drive up to the house. I get the familiar feeling I would when I came to visit Dave—like I was coming home. It feels more like his place than hers, and it's weird to think about the fact that he won't be there when I knock on the door.
It’s been a few months and I haven’t come back here. There’s been no need to. I thought seeing this cabin would only make it harder, and I was right. Even though I’m only here for a job, just seeing the cabin makes my heart race.
This might be harder than I thought.
I turn off the car and shove my hands in my Carhartt jacket, strolling up to the front door. I'm about to knock when I hear a small sound, like a bee buzzing in my ear...
...then I realize it's a human voice.
A girl.
"Can somebody help me?"
I try the door and find it open, the knob turning and the door pushing open to let me in. I walk into the familiar living room, glancing around for the source of the voice.
"Uh...hello?"
I make my way towards the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest. As I turn the corner, I see her—the girl from Dave's stories, his granddaughter.
He never mentioned she wasgorgeous.
Short and curvy, with chestnut brown hair that spills down her back. She has wide, voluptuous hips and incredible tits, wrapped up in jean shorts and a t-shirt she's tied at her waist. She doesn't seem to notice I've found her, her hands on her hips as she stares at the sink.
And I get why.
Water is spilling over the rim of the sink and onto the floor. She strips off her shirt as I stand there, stunned, and tries to use it to clean up the mess in nothing more than a lacy pink bra.
Fuck me...she's stunning.
"Knock knock," I say awkwardly. "Uh...handy man here."
