Page 66 of Sinners' Appetite
Malachi laughs, glancing down at the map displayed on his phone. “I think I have to turn right up ahead.”
“The trees are beautiful around here,” I comment, staring out the window at the mountain of trees as we pass by.
“I forgot to mention—there’s a waterfall on the property. It’s a little difficult to get to, but if you’re up to it, we can take a hike through the woods to find it.”
“Really? I’ve never seen a waterfall before!”
Sammi pipes up from the back seat. “Does Dean own the beach?” .
“He does. It’s all private land but he hauled in sand to make it more appealing. He rents the cabins out sometimes in the summer.”
“Are you sure he doesn’t mind us taking up space?” I ask.
“He’s not renting them out this year. Two of the cabins are under renovations at the moment.”
“Can we have campfires on the beach?” Sammi asks.
“Fuck yeah. The last time I was there, he had hammocks set up and a fully stocked bar down there. We’ll probably have to find our own wood though.”
“It might not be fully stocked once we’re done with it,” Sammi laughs.
Malachi then pulls off onto a narrow road and double checks his phone to make sure we’re headed in the right direction. It says we’re under an hour away from the property, so I put my kindle away and keep my eyes focused out the window, spotting a group of deer in the middle of the field beside us.
“Oh my god! They’re so darn cute!” I shriek, grabbing my phone to snap a picture of them.
“There’s a ton of deer on the property. Dean has an apple orchard not far from the main cabin and he cant seem to keep them out of it.”
“Does he hunt?”
“Not a whole lot. He’s always busy building random shit.”
As we get closer, Malachi reaches down for his phone and calls Dean through the Bluetooth.
“Hey,” Dean answers. I’m taken back by his deep voice, since it’s even deeper than Malachi’s.
“We’re getting closer. Maybe a half-hour away.”
“Sounds good. I think I made too much food. I hope you guys are hungry.”
“What did you make?”
“Stuffed salmon, baked potatoes and some fresh asparagus from the garden.”
“Fuck yeah. I haven’t had salmon since the last time I was in this neck of the woods.”
Dean chuckles. “Well, there’s a lot of it.”
“We’ll be there soon. Where do you want me to park the car?”
“The driveway is paved now, so you can park where ever.”
Malachi ends the call and flashes me a friendly smile. “You look a little nervous, baby girl.”
“I am now.” I frown. “I don’t like salmon.”
“I think you’ll like this salmon. It’s fresh.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to eat fish since I was sixteen.”
