It’s a freaking log-style mansion. The house is surrounded by tall pines that block out the setting sun, draping the property in shadows. But lights glow along the last length of the driveway and up the path leading to the front steps. And lights glow from inside too, illuminating the two stories of windows. It’s… stunning. It’s out of a damn magazine. I glance over at Luther. He glances at me, still not speaking, and lifts a shoulder. Just a casual Yeah, I’m loaded. I remember my dad saying he owned a bunch of hotels, but I was picturing motels with dive bars like the Inn. This house was
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