Chapter 401: Quarantine, Part 2

We drove the short distance to the main lodge, which was humongous. The entire bottom floor was the lobby, check in desk, ski rentals, dozens of fireplaces with couches and chairs arranged around them, and a coffee / hot chocolate bar.

The second floor was the restaurant, which was where Trent and I headed. He stopped at the hostess stand. "Two for Halstead," he said.

"Just a moment," the hostess, whose nametag read Mindy, said.

We moved out of the way, and another couple stepped forward. They were older, maybe late twenties or early thirties, and they had the same newlywed glow that I was positive Trent and I had, too.

They gave the hostess their name, and the guy kissed the woman as they moved back and bumped straight into me before I could move out of the way. Trent wrapped his arm around my back, his stance protective.

"Oh, oops." The woman giggled. "Sorry." But her cheeks were pink, and she didn't look the least bit sorry.

"It's all right." I smiled. "Newlyweds?" I asked.