A bristly tan welcome mat touched the edge of the door. An overhead light illuminated the front entrance. Electricity. That was a good sign. Upon unlocking it, Fane pushed the door open and ushered me inside first, following me and securing the bolt once we were inside. The cabin had a cozy open interior with wood furnishings. True to the proprietor’s words, a fire danced behind the glass door of a small stove. Near the fire, there was a queen-sized bed with a handmade quilt beneath a curtained window. It looked altogether too wholesome to handle the storm brewing between Fane and me. He lifted first one foot then the other and removed his combat boots, setting them beside the door. There was no sense tracking snow in. I bent forward and unlaced my boots before tugging them off. As I did, Fane took off his winter jacket and draped it over a wood chair. The cabin felt way too hot all of a sudden—my jacket stifling.
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