This time when I reached Sterling's office, in fresh jeans, underwear, and a t-shirt covered with a light jacket, I didn't hesitate. I also didn't knock. I'm not sure if that was what Sterling expected; however, from the stares I received from both him and Patrick, walking in and declaring it was time for us to talk was also not what was expected.
Whether it was or not, it did the trick. A few minutes later, we were out of the cabin.
The fresh, warm breeze blew my hair as we stood at the crest of the hill and peered down toward the lake. Was his cabin built upon a hill or a small mountain? I couldn't be sure. Either way, with our eyes covered by sunglasses, we took in the spectacular view. Greens and blues dominated the scene as wildlife flew and scampered about.
“We could walk," Ster
