No television, she noted. She liked that. With all there was to see and do here, who needed TV? A tall, narrow bookshelf stood in the back corner and was filled with worn paperbacks and a few hardcover novels, painting an interesting picture of Henry wiling away cold winter nights with a good book. Nothing sexier than a man who likes to read, she mused.
The wood stove in the front corner of the living room was cold and dark, and it was too warm to light a fire, but Lindsay smiled as she imagined curling up on the couch with Henry to watch merry flames dance behind the glass. It was a Rocky Mountain fantasy for sure.
Inevitably, she was drawn to the small but well-appointed kitchen. Like the furniture, the appliances were all newer, brushed stainless steel, and the counter tops were solid
