❄ Camille ❄
Sebastian opened his front door before I could knock again. The porch light threw a glow over his face, and for once, he didn’t look like a man walking into a meeting. He looked relieved.
“You came,” he murmured as he stepped aside.
“I did,” I replied as I lifted my bag. He took it from me as he watched me closely.
“Come in,” the house smelled faintly of coffee and clean soap. No pasta sauce. No dinner waiting. I frowned as I shrugged off my coat.
“I thought you wanted me at six,” I said.
“I did,” he answered as he shut the door. “And I was hoping you would come by…because I may have booked us a cabin for the weekend,” I blinked in surprise as I spun around to face him.
“You did what?”
“I booked us a cabin for the weekend,” he repeated with annoyance. But I wasn’t co
