Chapter two
hundred and sixty seven:
”Honey?”
Christy woke
slowly to the sound of Isaac’s voice. She hadn’t even realized that she had
fallen asleep in the passenger seat of Isaac’s rental car.
“Wake up.” He
urged gently.
She assumed she
must have been sleeping for quite some time. It had been daylight when she
climbed into the front seat, but now it was pitch black outside.
She sat up
normally, tilting her head from side to side to remove the kinks from her neck.
She stretched her arms out in front of her and stretched her legs.
“Where are we?”
She asked.
He shrugged with
a grin. He was still staring ahead at the narrow patch of road in the car’s
headlights.
Christy could
tell by the lonely road they were on and the trees lining either side of the
road.
“Honey!” She cried with a smile, “Where are we
going?”
“Well, I thought
we could use a little vacation, C.”
“Really? Baby!” She
threw her arms around his shoulders.
“You don’t even
know where we’re going yet.”
“Okay, where are
we going?”
“I can’t tell
you.”
“Baby!” She grinned. “You’re such a tease!”
“Yeah, I know.”
He chuckled, slowing the car to a crawl and turning into a cobblestone
driveway.
Christy sat
forward eagerly, desperate to know where they were going. Eventually, a large
mansion came into view. The sign over the massive front doors read “Grapevine
Inn” in large gold lettering.
“Honey!” She gasped. “It’s beautiful!”
He shrugged.
“The co-producer of our next album suggested it. He brought his wife here for
their tenth wedding anniversary, and I thought it would be nice for you and I to get away for a weekend.”
“It’s perfect. But… I don’t have any clothes or-“
“It’s all in the
trunk.” He grinned, finally glancing sideways at her. “I spoke to the girls and
they packed a bag for you, with everything that you’ll need.” He pulled the car
into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “And the best part, there’s a
cute little mall around here somewhere, and the view from our room is spectacular.”
Christy smiled.
“I love you.”
“I love you
more.” He teased.
“Definitely
not possible!” She
smiled.
She climbed out
of the car and walked around to the trunk as he locked the doors. He popped the
trunk and before she could reach out her bag, he hoisted both bags onto his
shoulder and led her up the driveway, and up the stairs.
Christy yawned
tiredly, as he gently ushered her along. “Tired?” He asked softly.
“A
little.” She smiled.
“Here,
babe.” He said, once
they were safely inside. He led her to a chair and talked her into sitting down
on one of the plush sofas in the reception room.
“Baby, I’m okay,
I can-“ She protested, but quickly realized that
arguing was pointless.
Isaac went to
the front desk and removed his wallet from his back pocket, flipping through
the billfolds in search of his credit card. Christy looked around the reception
room, admiring a beautiful painting of the inn.
She was still
admiring the painting when she heard Isaac’s voice entering her thoughts. “Ready C?”
She nodded and
stood, following him to the elevator.
They got off on
the fourth floor and walked down the hall several feet until they came to the
appropriate room. He unlocked the door with the fancy old-fashioned key they
had been given and let her in first.
She turned on
the lights in the little formal living room and looked around in awe. Their
room was a perfect one bedroom room with sunny yellow paint on the wall and
perfect French furniture, loaded with pillows and antiques. She wandered into
the bedroom and ran her fingers along the damask duvet and was distracted by
the matching floor length curtains.
Isaac followed
with a smile. She did the same routine every time they went to a new hotel. She
parted the curtains and opened the door to the balcony, slipping through the
sheers and out onto the balcony.
Worried about
her being out in the cold so late, he rushed after her, and found her leaning
over the rail.
“Honey look!”
She cried in shock.
Their balcony
faced a beautiful cliff that broke off into the
“It’s beautiful,
huh?” He asked, draping her shawl around her shoulders. “Don’t want you to get
sick.” He smiled.
She wrapped her
arms around his neck. “I love you. This is perfect!”
“I know, but
that doesn’t mean you should skip out on your rest. You’re tired. Lets go to bed.”
Christy grinned.
“I’ll go to bed, but I don’t intend on sleeping.”
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