Aubrey’s POV
If everything I believed about Greyson prior to last night was false, I was in for even more eye opening revelations on Sunday morning.
“So where is breakfast this morning?” I ask when Greyson shows up at my door. “I don’t recall you mentioning anyplace in particular. Although I’d be OK with French toast at your place. You’re actually a pretty good cook.”
“Uh, no…,” he says, his head c****d sideways a bit in confusion. “I didn’t tell you? We have brunch reservations at Salish Lodge. And then we’ll go hiking around the area afterwards.”
“Salish lodge?” I repeat, knowing I’ve heard that name before. It takes my brain a minute to connect the dots. “Oh, right! I’ve always just called it snoqualmie falls lodge!”
“Have you ever stayed there, or dined at Salish Lodge b
