Log cabin Stories

The snow had been falling since dawn, the kind of lazy, drifting flakes that looked pretty until you remembered you were driving up a mountain road with questionable tire tread. Ivy Hartley leaned forward over the steering wheel, her curly brunette hair bouncing with each pothole as she muttered to herself. “Romantic Christmas getaway, she said. Perfect for reconnection, she said.” Ivy’s green eyes narrowed. “Well, Carla,...

I expected Ken Sacks to pick me up at about four thirty, but by three, I was packed and getting ready to go. I hung my silvery cocktail dress in a garment bag and carefully folded everything into a small suitcase. After a shower, I picked out a lovely cream-colored pair of tailored dress slacks with a sharp crease running down the legs. To contrast the color of my slacks, I picked a brown satin blouse with light ruffles i...

"Okay, wow.""That is vigorous."I looked at the nightstand trembling on the floor of our room. "Are they shaking our lamp?""Old buildings, thin walls," Kevin noted. "Quite a reveille for our first morning in this backwoods log cabin.""It's a lodge, Kevin. And it's located approximately ten yards from the exit off a major highway. I confirmed that fact when you three nature lovers conspired to make our couples' vacation an...