“This place
is fantastic,” Rosalie said.
“I know,”
Alex said with a smirk. “You were worried I was gonna
make you go camping or something, weren’t you?”
Rosalie bit
her lip over a smile, not wanting to admit she’d made such an assumption. “I
didn’t know what to expect.”
Rosalie
unlocked the door and opened it and almost cried with happiness.
Inside was a
gorgeous lounge room with overstuffed chairs, a sofa, a
table with a glass mosaic set into the top of a halved barrel. A glass credenza
rested against the wall near the door, holding a sweating pitcher of cucumber
water flanked by two glasses. Everything was clean and white and soft
turquoise. It was light and airy and filled with the delightful chill of an
almost-silent air conditioner. In comparison, Hearth looked like a
