BRADLEY
I’d been skiing with friends once or twice, and I’d even rented a cabin. But it was never anything this remote. And never anything nearly this beautiful, as Logan’s chateau or chalet or whatever the f**k he was calling it.
Out here on the ass-end of Maine, everything was breathtakingly beautiful. From the towering pines to the snow-covered lakes, everything we passed looked like something out of a postcard or a Christmas painting.
We were back on the road again, after a short stint in the cabin. Apparently whoever stocked the place had neglected a few things, and Logan claimed there was a shopping center ‘just up the road’.
Just up the road turned out to be ten miles away. And shopping center… well, that was even more laughable. It looked more like a convenience store with a li
