Twenty-One
Ellie
“This place is gorgeous,” I gasp as I get out of Owen’s truck. As far as I can see, there are mountains and rolling hills, all covered in white. Wearing only a dark green T-shirt and jeans in the frigid temperatures, Owen grabs our bags and starts toward the old, two-story, gray stone house with a navy-blue tin roof. There’s a barn in the back, surrounded by wide open fields. “Did you find this on Airbnb or something?”
Owen opens the door and laughs. “Not exactly. Now hurry up, it’s cold.”
“Maybe you should’ve worn more clothes.” Giggling, I walk inside, and the house is amazing. It’s wide open, with dark cherry hardwood floors, and a kitchen with marble countertops that match the color of the gray stone outside. Mouth gaping, I slide my hand over the counters, feeling
