I could not even appreciate the room, though it was simple with queen size bed and closet, I was more interested in getting to know Westley or Sindy Kate or whoever she was.
We moved to the kitchenette. A countertop and stools made from thick slab wood, but a kerosene lantern hung on a rusty hook had caught my attention.
I caught the kerosene lamp. “Thank you. I love this place already. I wasn’t expecting something like—”
“What were you expecting then? An old cabin with rag dolls hidden underground.”
My body suddenly froze to her cold and sarcastic comment.
Keene immediately cleared his throat. “Westley likes to throw unpleasant punchlines. Just don’t take it seriously, Clyve.”
I turned to face her. “Are you trying to scare me off?” I displayed a wide grin. “Try another more convinci
