Chapter Eighteen
Ash
Resting my hands on my hips, I spun in a slow circle and looked around my new home. Jackson had been busy in the year and a half I’d been gone from Stolen Hearts Valley. Among other things he’d worked on, he’d added a number of newer guest cabins, some of which were for staff.
This one was adorable. The gable roof allowed a vaulted ceiling, and the space felt large and spacious. I could see the moonlight gilding the mountain range across the valley and shimmering through the windows that ran floor to ceiling on one side. Wide plank hardwood flooring with a light finish and walls painted a soft cream gave the room a bright, airy feeling.
A low dresser sat against the wall opposite the foot of the bed. There was a small round table with chairs over in the efficiency
