He pulls the SUV down the long drive through snow-covered pine trees and parks in the roundabout at the front of the log cabin resort. The building is pretty huge and very posh. I can tell just by the greenery displays and garland hung along the front porch that spans the width of the building.

An attendant goes to greet Andrew at the driver’s side, and Andrew passes him the keys while the attendant assures him our bags will be brought to our room as soon as we’re checked in.

Andrew walks around the front of the SUV and holds his hand out for me. “Ready?”

I nod and we make our way up the steps. They’ve been shoveled, but it’s snowing so hard that it doesn’t matter, so Andrew helps me up the steps, ensuring I don’t fall.

When we step inside the resort lobby, it’s like I’ve stepped into a Christmas movie. It smells like a mixture of cinnamon and gingerbread, and there’s a large two-sided stone fireplace in the middle of the room. The floors are some type of dark stone tile, and oversized antler chandeliers hang from the ceiling. A decorated Christmas tree that’s at least fifteen feet high is set up in the far corner, and the same garland I noticed outside hangs over the fireplace and drapes across the reception desk.

“This is so beautiful,” I whisper.

Andrew smiles at me and leads me to the woman behind the reception desk. I think he might be nervous to see his parents, though I don’t think it’s because I’ll be meeting them. He just doesn’t seem totally comfortable with them or something. I’m not exactly sure, but I intend to figure it out on this trip.

“Welcome. Glad to see you made it here okay. I heard the roads are pretty bad,” Sarah, as her name tag states, says.

“Could be better.” Andrew digs into his coat for his wallet.

“Do you have a reservation?” Sarah asks.

“Yes, it should be under Andrew Wainwright.” He pulls his photo ID and credit card from his wallet and slides them over.

“Thank you.” She types something into the computer, then looks back up at us. “Your room is all ready. You’ll be on the third floor with a view of the lake.”

“Terrific.” Andrew accepts his cards back from the woman and returns them to his wallet.

She does a few more things then passes us the keys for the room. “Wi-Fi password is on the sticker inside the holder. Dining room closes at ten p.m. every night, and the bar closes at midnight. If you need anything during your stay, please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

We head to the elevator and take it up to the third floor.