The lodge was already crowded with other cabin tenants, and someone had started a small fire in the fireplace. The warm flames crackled contentedly in the hearth and people milled around talking and laughing. There was a refreshments table near the stairs, and Greg pulled me toward it. I pulled loose from his grasp and shook my head. "I'm not hungry, so I'll just grab us a seat by the fire," I told him. "Good idea. I'll get some food for both of us," he offered, and hurried over to the table. I didn't believe for a second that he'd share. His appetite was as great as two men, and there wasn't a large enough plate created to satisfy him. Only a few older guests sat on the couches and chairs that surrounded the hearth, and they left me alone when I wandered over to lean against the mantel. I gazed into the warm flames and thought about Greg's employee discount, and his talk about that waitress giving him the tip. My natural womanly suspicions told me something wasn't quite right.
