When they finally began to sink downwards. Vivian saw a series of slated rooftops forming the shape of a large country house standing in the center of sweeping clipped green lawns sloping down to a tiny lake.
As they settled on the grass a short walk away from the creamy painted walls of the house, she assumed that it must be a hotel. And only realized her mistake when Scott led the way in through the front door and she heard him greet a smartly dressed man, before strolling over to a side table to begin sifting through the small pile of letters she could see waiting there.
"This is a house," she murmured, pausing to look around the light and airy hallway.
Scott threw her a glance. "What did you think it was?"
"A hotel." His smile was more of a grimace. "This is my home—or the one I
