Chapter Three
It wasn’t long before Ginny came to the conclusion her dad hadn’t been exaggerating. The retreat was amazing. It was a huge, sprawling building—a log cabin on steroids. A wide, covered porch surrounded the whole thing. Despite the weather, and the building’s cavernous interior, it was warm and cozy. Her parents had thoroughly made their mark on the place. As a result, it was homely, welcoming, and relaxing. If the courses, workshops, and food were even half as good as the location, Ginny reckoned the clients probably never wanted to leave. The whole place currently had a subtle scent of Christmas spices from candles and pot pourri that had been dotted about. If she hadn’t already been feeling the Christmas spirit, she certainly would be now.
By the time Charlie led her back
