Page 79 of Not Looking
Randy smiled against my lips. “I think I’m starting to like that.”
“Good,” I replied. Then I pecked his lips again. “Shall we?”
He nodded.
We headed out the front door of his cabin and down the porch steps. Then he pulled the wagon out.
Russy ran ahead of us as we walked.
“So does everybody live out here all the time, or are the other places nearby mostly vacation homes?” I asked.
“A mix,” Randy replied. “I’ve got a few full-time neighbors. One or two others keep theirs private. But there’s a good chunk listed on AirStay.”
“So the traffic gets backed up on holiday weekends when everybody’s looking for their turnoff?”
He laughed. “I try not to leave on days when I think there will be a bunch. And I try not to be in the workshop either.”
“Worried about noise complaints?”
He shook his head. “There have been a few times when people pull up thinking my cabin is the one they booked. Almost had to call the cops on some who insisted that they’d booked my place and I had to leave.”
“So they invade your space… and you’re the bad guy?”
“Apparently. I guess there’s a similar-looking cabin on East Lake Drive, past the resort, but the turnoff is weird. People decide the address is wrong, and somehow it’s my fault.”
“Oof, does that happen often?”
“A couple times a year. Most of the time, though, it’s just people who are lost and need directions.”
“I guess I should learn where the turnoffs are.”
“Think you’ll spend the night enough for that?” he teased.
“I hope so!” I laughed. “But no promises on answering the door wearing a shirt.”
“You’re trouble.”
“Only the good kind.”
We reached the road and turned toward the stand. He opened it up and had me set the cooler in a recess, then he pulled several jars and baked goods out and set them on the shelves.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Salsa and goodies baked by my sister-in-law.”
Randy stepped back and motioned that I should do the same. Then he took a photo of the stand.
“And posted,” he said a moment later.
“Posted?”
“To the neighborhood group.”
“Ah.” I paused. “So what’s next?”
He turned to me and smirked. “Round two sounds relaxing.”
I blinked, then a smile spread across my face. “I’m sore, but maybe that’ll fix it.”
