The following morning, Scott was up early, enjoying a breakfast of steel-cut oatmeal and fresh blueberries in the tiny kitchenette of his cabin.
After breakfast, Blake stopped by, and the two men headed across the lake to the island to see to the damaged cabin. In the boat, Blake had placed the tools theyd need, plus the new window hed picked up in town the previous day. Arriving at the small dock across from the lodge, the pair carried everything to the cabin situated at the crest of the island.
So, my brother, you look like one exceptionally satisfied man, Scott smirked knowingly at Blake as, together, they lifted the new window into place. Everything went well last night, I take it.
Blakes face lit up in a huge grin. Very well. Amy loved the collar, knew exactly what it meant.