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“Nice to meet you,” I said.
“It’s funny,” she reflected and took a minute to roll up the window. “To hear you speak without that accent.”
“Ohh, yes, I know, but I’m undercover as Faith so…”
“No, it’s good. I’m happy you understand that I want to meet the real you.”
I turned my head to look ahead when the car took off and rolled down the street with cozy wooden houses on both sides.Me? But didn’t she hear me when I said that I was pretending to be Faith?
Onava reached behind her and pulled out a small paper bag.
“Here, I got a sandwich for you.”
“Thank you.”
“I thought about starting off with a lunch at the café but I know you’re hiding from your ex, so maybe we’ll go there when he’s caught.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed and unwrapped the ham and cheese sandwich.
“I don’t normally have overnight guests,” Onava informed me. “My cabin is small but your sister said that you would be fine with it.”
I nodded. “Yes, I’m sure she did.”
“My whole cabin is probably smaller than your bedroom.”
“Really?”
“Yes. How big is your house?” She asked with a quick side glance.
“Which one?”
“How many houses do you have?”
“Not many. Just a mansion in Los Angeles, a penthouse in Seattle, a beach house in Hawaii, and technically I own my parent’s house, since I bought it for them.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of houses for one person.”
I took a bite of the sandwich and gave a small sound of agreement.
“Well, in any case it’s going to be a change for you to go back to the basics and live in the forest for a while.”
With my mouth full of food, I could only nod.
It took us almost twenty minutes to get to the cabin and my first impression was that the place looked cute, with a rustic charm to it. The cabin had a brick chimney dominating the end wall. But the other three walls were made solely of large logs, so old that they had darkened in color and gave a beautiful contrast to the white window frames. The roof was a pale red and the door a faded blue, and in front of it all was a porch that had seen better days.
“What do you think?” Onava asked behind me.
“I like it,” I said and shot her a smile over my shoulder.
“You can take off those sunglasses now. We’re the only ones here, except the bears of course, but they don’t care that you’re famous.”
“Bears?” I scrunched my face. “What kind of bears?”
“Black ones,” she said and grabbed the two grocery bags from the trunk of her car.
“Don’t forget your bag.” She nodded to the backseat where Faith’s Seahawks bag lay.
Now that Onava was outside the car, and I could see her better, I guessed her to be in her late fifties. Her long braid revealed a mix of gray and black hair and her body was curved but agile. She wasn’t a beautiful woman – at least not according to Hollywood standards – but her sharp intelligent eyes, her kind smile, and all the wrinkles that revealed her habit of laughing a lot made her charismatic.
