Elliott drove to Saddle Creek and parked in the driveway of a large white house with black shutters, the swing on the wide front porch swaying in the cool breeze. Motion lights on the side of the house and the front porch turned on automatically, making the piles of snow glisten.
"Whose house is this, Elliott? I know we're in Saddle Cre" Sam gasped as she looked around at the neighborhood, then settled on Elliott's face. "Is this your house, Elliott? Oh my gosh, it's beautiful. I love the big trees surrounding it, protecting it from all the neighbors."
"Not that there are very many neighbors, but certain times of the year the B&B does get busy." Elliott chuckled. "Let's go take a look. I know it's dark, so wait for me to help you out. The icy frozen footsteps can be hard to navigate." El
