We followed a bend in the path and the trees thinned out. “There it is.”

The cabin came into view. It was all rough-hewn logs, with a sturdy, stone chimney.

“It’s really nice. I can see why it’s booked frequently.” He looked around. “Is there the possibility to build more?”

My heart dropped. “It wouldn’t be so special if you had neighbors right next to you.”

His gaze narrowed. “I guess not.”

As we approached the cabin, we turned and had the perfect view of the valley. Windward was nestled in between the hills, and we had a great view of the resort. Warmth hit my chest. It looked picture-perfect. “Like it?”

“You know anyone would like this view.” He set his hands on his lean hips and studied the valley.

We walked toward the cabin. I’d already checked in with my staff to make sure they’d followed my instructions.

On the small porch was a wooden table and two chairs. The table was loaded with food. All the plates were covered with silver, domed lids.

“What’s this?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Brunch. Chef made eggs Florentine with smoked salmon, plus there is a selection of today’s freshly baked pastries.”

His amber gaze focused on me. “Eggs Florentine is my favorite. How could you know that?”

I gave him a smug look. “I have my ways, Mr. Langston. They make me very good at my job.”

He watched me with an intense look. “I’m starting to see that.”

“Come on, I’ll show you the cabin, then we can eat.” I pushed open the door.

Inside, the cabin was decorated in a modern, rustic style. There was a cozy living area off to the side. The overstuffed couch and armchair begged you to curl up and linger. But the large, four-poster bed dominated the space. It was made of warm wood and had white, gauzy hangings.

I tried not to think about being near Ro with a romantic, fairytale bed just feet away.

He pushed open a door and studied the bathroom. Riverstone accented the large walk-in shower, and a claw-foot tub sat under the window. It was very romantic.

Back in the living area, he passed the armchair and comfy couch that were in front of the fireplace, trailing his fingers over the fabric.

“It’s really nice, Tessa.”

I smiled. “Are you hungry?”

“I am now.”

We settled on the porch, and I pulled the lids off the dishes.

He sat back in his chair. “There’s a great view of the resort from here.”

“Yes. And the main part of Windward there.” I pointed.

“Where do you live?”

“East Windward. That’s where the locals make their homes.” I pointed. “It’s a little less glitzy.”

“You can escape the tourists when needed.”