It was the week between Christmas and New Years. I was both looking forward to it and nervous about it. My family, well my husband’s family, had rented a cabin in Tahoe. We’d never done that before, we’d never spent four days together, just the six of us anywhere, never mind a cabin in the woods. To make it worse my husband’s sister Julie was bringing her boyfriend, a man we’d never met.
So it would be me, my husband, his mother Betty, his father Lou, his sister, and her boyfriend. I tried to think of the positive. Tahoe was beautiful this time of year. My husband and I both skied, the house came with two snowmobiles, and was on the tram route to the mountain. There was also plenty to do in Tahoe, so we could be out of the house if it got to be too much, but I was also looking forward to doing nothing if I could.
My husband and I were the last to arrive. Betty was in the kitchen, Lou was in the living room. Julie’s boyfriend was sitting with Lou. I’m not sure where Julie was.
I focused on Julie’s boyfriend. It was hard not to. The man was gorgeous. Julie was 22 and I knew this man was three years older. That made him my age at 25. He had dark brown hair and beautiful grey eyes. He was sitting but as we came in, and Lou made introductions, he stood up. His name was Cameron. Of course I knew that. He was 6’2 and built. Big shoulders and a great smile. His arms filled his shirt as he moved. I was sure he had a six pack going on.