Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“This would be perfect.”
Nic motioned for me to go down the hall. “Down this hall is the bedroom, but first, your half bath.”
He stopped and opened the door to the bathroom. It was darling. There was a small wooden floating counter with a copper bowl, and a toilet was tucked in the corner.
“Here is the bedroom.”
We walked into a bedroom that was about twelve by twelve with exposed logs. “This is bigger than I thought, and I adore the exposed logs.”
Nic smiled. “I kind of wish they would have left more logs exposed. You could easily fit a king-size bed in here and a dresser.”
I nodded.
“And in here, your bathroom.”
I walked into a stunning room. This bathroom had the same counter, but there were two sinks. A large, walk-in glass shower was in the corner, with several sprays coming from the wall and a rain shower above.
“The claw foot tub, I think, is one of my favorites. Along with the black and white tiles. Feels very vintage in here.”
“It does.”
Turning in a circle, I could already picture myself in this house. “I’ll take it.”
Nic’s brows shot up. “You don’t want to think about it? I mean, it doesn’t come furnished so you would have to get furniture, and you just offered up a lot of money for the rent.”
With a shake of my head, I asked, “It’s fine. I can get furniture. I don’t need much. Can you let them know as soon as possible? I’m ready to get out of the motel.”
“It just came on the market, I’m sure we have time to–”
“It would make me feel better if you could call right now and give a verbal offer.”
Nic frowned but said, “I’ll do it right now. Excuse me.”
As Nic made his way out of the bathroom, I walked over to the oversized closet. Tucked in the corner was a stackable, full-size washer and dryer.
“This is perfect and almost too good to be true,” I whispered as I returned to the kitchen. I could hear Nic on the phone as I approached.
“There is already a verbal offer,” Nic said.
“I’ll pay them three thousand a month.”
Nic nearly choked. “Um, yes, that was my client. You did hear her correctly. Um, well, she works for Opal.”
“I’ll also pay the first six months’ rent in cash.”
Pulling out a card like that was risky, but I wanted this cabin. Everything else Nic showed me was terrible. And with his prejudice about what I could and couldn’t afford, I was honestly ready to nip this search in the bud.
“Yes, she said she would pay the first six months in cash.”
“At the original price of $2200,” I quickly added.
“At the original price.” Nic turned away from me. He mumbled something I couldn’t hear, then turned back to face me as he ended the call. “You’ve got it. We’ll need to return to my office and sign the lease.”
Smiling, I took one more look around. “Wonderful. I’ll meet you there.”
I stood in the middle of my living room and smiled. This was where I would make a new beginning. It was where I hoped and prayed I could put the past behind me and work on a future.
The sound of a car pulling up caused my heart to slam against my chest. Who in the world could it be?
I peeked out the window and gasped when I saw who had exited the car.
“Kian?”
Opening the door, I stepped out onto the front porch.
“What are you doing here?”
My voice came out rough and angry, and I instantly attempted to soothe it by smiling. “I mean, how did you even know I was here?”
Kian looked confused. “What are you doing here?”
I let out a confused laugh. “I rented this cabin.”
His confused look quickly became one of shock. “You rented this cabin?” he asked, pointing to said building.
“Yes, yesterday.”
Kian laughed as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “May I ask from whom?”
Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, I replied, “Nic. He is a real estate agent and was showing me some rentals, and this one came up when we were out looking yesterday. He called someone, and they agreed to the terms.”
Kian cursed and turned away from me.
“Kian, is everything okay?” I asked as I made my way down the steps and walked toward him.
He faced me and plastered on a fake smile.
“I guess that depends on what you think is okay in this situation.”
Clearing my throat, I asked, “This situation?”
Kian sighed. “This is my cabin.”
My mouth dropped open. “I’m sorry…what?”
“This cabin, I own it. I leased it out. I was told that the previous renters had moved out and that they were putting it back up on the sites to rent out. I emailed them and told them to hold off since I was coming back to Moose Village, but clearly, they did not. I thought it was too good to be true that the cabin would be empty when I moved back to town.”