"Whoa," I whispered, eyes wide.
Trent pulled the rental truck to a stop in front of a cozy log cabin. It was too dark to see many details, but the warm glow of an interior light allowed me to see that the cabin, like everything else around us, was covered in fresh snow. It reminded me of that motel we'd gotten stranded at on our way home from Malibu right after New Year's, though this place was a lot nicer. Hundreds of identical cabins were scattered in every direction.
There was a porch that ran the length of the front of the A-frame cabin. Icicles hung from the roof, and smoke billowed from the chimney. The place looked like something out of a fairytale, and it was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to see what the inside looked like.