Chapter Twenty-Eight
Walker
I took off my leather gloves and tossed them on the table beside me. Reaching over, I turned off the miter saw and grabbed the water bottle sitting in the open windowsill. After drinking almost half of it, I leaned my hips against the table as I looked around the space.
Last summer before I started here, Jackson had begun adding new studio guest cabins. With Stolen Hearts Lodge flourishing and becoming busier, they needed more space. These high-end private little cabins were like catnip for the guests who wanted some sort of outdoorsy experience without actually being required to camp.
They had every bell and whistle you could imagine and were gorgeous. I’d mostly taken over handling the hardwood flooring with a little help from Lucas and Jackson. Among many
