Chapter Seven
In the days following Blake’s arrival, we hiked several of my favorite trails. In the spirit of making the best of it, we went to town, loaded up on groceries and fed ourselves well. Blake loved to cook, and just seeing the Lodge’s gourmet kitchen had him salivating over the possibilities. I handed him an apron, showed him Damon’s collection of cookbooks and he was all smiles, ready to tackle some challenging recipe, which I knew he’d do with spectacular results. His ego was on the line. And for Blake that was everything. As if he had to prove to me what a great guy he was.
At least he was out of my way when he was in the kitchen. That allowed me to continue with the renovations without much interruption. I managed to contact several suppliers, arrange for new cabinetry th
