When Best Friends Kiss
“Don’t worry, it’ll be worth the wait.”
And it would be. Oh, it would be.
The idea for the lake house had hit me like a bolt of lightning last night. Our family lake house was usually just a summer getaway, quiet and secluded, tucked away from everything. It was the perfect place. Private. Intimate. And completely, absolutely ours for the night. I’d spent the afternoon making frantic calls, pulling favors, and even roping in Laurel to help me set everything up.
As we turned onto the long, winding gravel driveway, shielded by towering pine trees, Rory gasped. Through the trees, the soft glow of lights spilled from the windows of the usually dark house, casting a warm, inviting welcome.