I knew what she meant. This place wasn't easy to get to. The private road leading up to the cabin was narrow and dangerous by design.
Unless the weather said otherwise, it wasn't dangerous to me. Over the years, I'd driven it hundreds of times. By now, I knew it like the back of my hand. But to someone else? The road was a good deterrent.
And if that didn't do the trick, I had hidden steel shutters, solid iron doors, and the best security system money could buy – plus a few other tricks here and there.
The place was virtually impenetrable, even if the log construction might suggest otherwise.
Becka pulled back and said, "So if I'm only the second person to visit, who was the first?"
"You wanna guess?"
She paused. "Flynn?"
I smiled. "See?"
"So, why all the seclusion?" she said. "Is it so you can write in peace?"
"It doesn't hurt," I said. "But no. That's not the reason."
"So….is it to avoid the media?"
It wasn't the primary reason, but it was a nice bonus, especially now.
The story of my real identity was still front-page news. Yesterday, we'd left Romania to a swarm of reporters, thanks to Imogen telling the whole world exactly where I was – andwhoI was with.
The Trollop.
Aka the girl of my dreams.
Becka.
In reply to her guess about the media, I said, "Nope. You wanna try again?"
"Actually," she said, "I'm out of guesses. You should probably tell me."
"All right," I said. "The truth is, the place wasn't paid for. And I don't mean with money."
Chapter 77
Becka
It wasn't paid for?
As I stared up at him, I tried to figure out what he meant. This wasn't as easy as it should've been.
We'd left Romania late last night and had spent most of the hours since then in the air. Oh sure, I'd slept a little on the plane, but not nearly enough.
Our first destination had been Michigan, where we dropped off Anna and Flynn before refueling and flying straight out to Montana, where Jack had a rugged SUV waiting in the airplane hangar.
The drive from the small, private airport had taken nearly an hour, and the last thirty minutes of that drive had been truly terrifying with steep drop-offs, single-lane roads, and unexpected curves in the strangest places.
But then, when we reached the top, it was all worth it. The first thing I'd seen was a small cabin nestled among trees within view of a nearby cliff. And the second thing? It was the largest, most elaborate log cabin I'd ever seen.
In fact, to call it a cabin was a massive understatement.
From the outside, it was absolutely stunning. And from the inside, it was even more impressive, with lofty ceilings, massive windows, and a surprising amount of warmth, given the size of the place.
But it was the view from the main living area that took my breath away. I swear, I could've stood at the window for hours, if not for the fact that Jack had just piqued my curiosity.
