He waved a hand toward the beach behind the cabin. "Our land stretches from where we turned onto the gravel road, all the way to the beach and several acres in both directions." Spreading his arms wide, he motioned from side to side. "We can take a hike after we get settled."
"I'd like that.” She jumped off the running board and opened the back door to the pickup tugging out her bag.
"Let me get that." He rushed around the front of the truck.
Stubbornly she held onto the bag. "I've got it. You get yours and the door. We'll have to come back out for the rest of the stuff." She grinned up at him. "Since you do have the key."
Suitcase in hand, he stopped to finger one of the gas lanterns, then sprinted to the door and opened it. Inside a little fire burned merrily in the fireplace, not a speck of dust in sight. The kitchen table was set for two and the aroma of lobster stew wafted through the air. "What the heck?"
Peering over his shoulder, Gwen gasped. “Someone expecting you?"
"Not that I know of. It's been a couple of months since anyone has been here." A warm feeling of family he remembered from childhood enveloped him as he closed the door behind Gwen. The polished golden oak floors shone as if Molly's kids hadn't been the last to tramp through here. Not that Molly wouldn't have cleaned up after them, three boys, but…
Gwen put her bag on the floor and glanced around. "Who takes care of the cabin when no one is here?"
"Nobody as far as I know." He made a mental note to call Molly and ask her. The door stood wide open a gentle breeze wafted through the cabin.
Gwen put her hand on her hips. "Someone does. It doesn't magically stay this spotless. And who went to all this trouble to fix a delicious meal"