After we finally got out of the shower, we dried off and changed into some comfortable clothes. Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Landon went to answer it while I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. The packhouse cook, Arthur, walked into the room, pushing a tray in front of him.
“Thanks. You can just set it on the table next to the window,” Landon said.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
“Food. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” he replied.
“Yeah, I could use some food too,” I said as I got up.
Once everything was set up on the table, Arthur left, and Landon and I sat down to eat together.
“I’m sorry this room doesn’t have the view you love so much,” Landon said.
“It’s fine. I can still go to the beach whenever I want. It’s just right outside,” I replied.
