Chapter Fifteen
Valentina
Within minutes, we were in my small cabin, the contrast of the cool air sending goose bumps chasing over my skin. We were smack dab in the middle of some of the hottest days of summer. The August heat could be oppressive even after the sun slipped below the horizon.
The cabins here were far from rustic. They were small, but they were all connected to central air. During daylight, they were bright and airy with sunshine falling through the windows. A light pine ceiling that angled high above gave the studio room a sense of space. There was a bed, a small bench, and a dresser.
The tiny kitchen at the corner had just enough room for a small refrigerator, a microwave, and a coffeemaker. I hardly ever used it, but in a pinch, it would do. My luxurious bathroom was
