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There was a combination eating/living area just beyond the kitchen. No TV or computer – I came out here to disconnect.
Just a simple table, wooden chairs, and a recliner, which sat by a stone fireplace – perfect for relaxing on a cold evening with a glass of good scotch.
Speaking of scotch, there was a bar stocked with alcohol. Good shit, too. That was the only thing people would steal if they broke in.
A short hallway went past a bathroom. The cabin was on well water with a filtration system and a septic tank for the toilet. Despite being out in the woods, I was still on the power grid in Padola.
In the back of the cabin was the bedroom, which contained a king-size bed, a trunk for storage, a wardrobe –
And a massive gun safe in the corner.
That would be important tomorrow.
While I was waiting for Lucia, I went over to a closet that housed the water shutoff valve and circuit breakers. I turned on the water and flicked a few switches for the pump and water heater. Once I heard water begin to flow through the pipes, I closed the closet door.
Lucia pulled off her shoes once she reached the porch, then walked into the cabin and crinkled her nose. “Oh my GOD, it stinks in here.”
It was a tad musty. I’d give her that.
“I’ll open the windows,” I said as I unlatched the one next to the front door.
“I would say, ‘don’t let in the cold air,’ but it’s already cold as fuck,” she complained.
“We’ll make a fire tomorrow morning.”
“Why not now?!”
“Because I’m exhausted, and I’m going to bed.”
“Well where am I going to sleep?!”
“In the same bed.”
“OH NO. Unh-unh. No, you can sleep in that chair over there.”
“YOU can sleep in the recliner if you want, but I’m stiff from driving four hours, and I’m not sleeping in a fucking chair.”
“I should get the bed.”
“There’s plenty of room for both of us – it’s a king-size.”
“I don’t give a shit,” she said in a snotty voice. “I don’t want you perving out on me in the middle of the night.”
I looked at her in disgust. “I just saved you from being kidnapped today. You would think you might show some fucking gratitude and not accuse me of wanting to rape you.”
She gave me a bitter smile. “If I’d known you were going to bring me here, I would have gone with the fucking kidnappers.”
“I can call up my cousin and get that arranged,” I snarled.
“Does your bathroom work, or do I have to use a fucking outhouse?”
“Down the hall,” I snapped.
As she walked towards the bathroom, I started to open a second window –
And then thought, No, fuck this – she can breathe musty air.
Fuck her.
