JUSTIN’S POV
We’re checked into a cabin two hours after landing in Colorado and Allison is already vibrating. That’s the only word for it.
Usually she comes off a flight stiff and grumpy, dragging her carry-on like it personally offended her, and wanting nothing more than silence.
Now, she’s practically bouncing off the walls, opening every door, peering into every corner, and making little sounds of approval at things like the fireplace and the throw blankets. Like a puppy who’s been let off the leash somewhere new and can’t decide what to sniff first.
I lean against the kitchen counter and watch her with my arms crossed and say nothing about it because I’m enjoying it too much.
The cabin is nice: two bedrooms off a shared living space, all dark wood and warm lighting. Me and Allis
