Page 112 of Mountain Daddy
It’s another minute until I see the house.
And holy fuck.
My mouth drops open.
It’s not a house.
It’s a freaking log-style mansion.
The house is surrounded by tall pines that block out the setting sun, draping the property in shadows.
But lights glow along the last length of the driveway and up the path leading to the front steps.
And lights glow from inside too, illuminating the two stories of windows.
It’s… stunning.
It’s out of a damn magazine.
I glance over at Luther. He glances at me, still not speaking, and lifts a shoulder.
Just a casualYeah, I’m loaded.
I remember my dad saying he owned a bunch of hotels, but I was picturing motels with dive bars like the Inn.
This house was built in a whole different tax bracket.
Luther presses a button on the truck visor, and one of the three garage doors opens.
Chapter 67
Luther
I closethe garage door after I turn off the engine.
I grab Kendra’s bag and open my door. And by the time I reach the passenger side, Kendra is sliding out of the truck.
The overhead lights are on night mode, filling the garage with a dim glow.
I hold out my hand to Kendra.
She slides her palm against mine.
Her fingers are cool, and I wrap mine around hers.
I’ll warm you up soon, Baby.
Kendra walks beside me through the garage, past my old Bronco, past the empty spot where Ashley parks when she’s home.
I open the door that leads into the mudroom and let go of Kendra’s hand long enough for her to step inside first, and for me to kick off my boots, then I take her hand again.
We walk down the hallway, past my home office. Past a laundry room. And into the great room.
Kendra’s head swivels around, taking in the oversized furniture and the massive windows that look out on the deck over the backyard.
We cut past the kitchen with the ten-foot island.
And my pulse doubles when we reach the staircase.
