The town wasn’t much more than an hour drive, but she could understand why someone wouldn’t want to do it every day.
“I don’t think I’ve had chicken stew since I was a kid,” she said as she opened up the container and looked inside. “There’s so much left. Even if I eat some tonight, I think we’re all having it again tomorrow.”
“Mabel always cooks like she’s feeding an army and usually there is only her and Roy.”
“So it’s rare that they get guests?” she asked.
“Let’s just say this is the first time I’ve come here and there are two.”
She made a mental note. People weren’t attracted to his location. Probably the lack of amenities.
“Guess this is your lucky day,” she smiled.
“Not if you were coming here to get away from it all,” he stated flatly. Pouring himself another cup of coffee he said, “You know where my room is if there is anything you can’t find on your own. Have a good night Kollette.”
“You too, Ethan. Thanks again for the quick tour. Maybe if you’re free, you can show me around the grounds too?” She was good with people, and getting them to open up and get involved. Somehow Ethan looked like he was going to be a challenge. His response confirmed it.
“It’s going to snow. There won’t be anything to see.” With that, Ethan left her alone in the kitchen.
What a waste of a drop dead gorgeous guy.There definitely was more to him than he was letting on. No one came out here for a vacation. The question was, did she really want to know why he was here? Probably not. It might bring on more problems than she was prepared to handle. It was better that Ethan was so reclusive. It also meant she had more time to concentrate on her research.
Kollette took a bite of the stew. It was amazing. Mental note. We need a chef like Mabel.