“Can I at least turn it around?” I asked.
He smiled, appearing to concentrate on the road ahead. “Not tonight.”
“We’re here,” Colin said brightly. He held up a key and said, “Leave the gear. Let’s go look, Love.” I followed him to the third cabin, grateful I wouldn’t have to sleep on the canyon floor and wondering if at least they’d have bunks that were off the ground.
Six fluffy pillows, covered in crisp new cotton pillowcases rested across the oversized headboard, and matching sheets were tucked out over the largest quilt I have ever seen. It was a colorful crazy quilt pattern, in blues and greens, with the tiniest touch of purple, and I knew it would be heavy and warm, just the way I liked. Fresh yellow and white rose petals were scattered across the linens and up over the pillows.
“Will that work for me? Oh, Colin, it’s perfect! It’s wonderful. It’s ... I thought you were going to make me sleep in a sleeping bag on the ground. This is wonderful, Murphy. Just wonderful.”