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Kaitlyn Sherrad rolled down the window of her baby blue Porsche and stared up at the log cabin set alone in the midst of a cluster of tall pines. As usual, her father had outdone himself. Last month, when he had come to the States for her graduation from college, he had asked her what kind of gift she wanted and she had said, Oh, nothing much, just a little summer place in the mountains.
After pulling into the driveway and cutting the engine, Kaitlyn grabbed her suitcases from the back seat, then walked up the narrow, red brick winding path to the front door. Knowing her father, she wasn’t surprised when she stepped inside and found the place already furnished.
An off-white sofa and love seat faced each other in front of a rough-hewn stone fireplace. A deep mauve carpet covered the floor, flowered curtains hung at the windows. The tables were walnut, as was the large bookcase that took up most of one wall.
Dropping her suitcases beside the sofa, she explored the rest of the house – two large bedrooms with a connecting bathroom; a den, complete with desk, computer and printer, sofa and big screen tv; a small kitchen with new appliances and a refrigerator filled with her favorites foods; a service porch equipped with a new washer and dryer.
She shook her head, a sting of tears behind her eyes. Being an only child, her parents had always spoiled her rotten, but this went beyond the ballet classes and piano lessons they’d provided when she was in grade school, the new wardrobe they had given her every year, the Porsche her father had surprised her with for her twenty-first birthday last year.
She had hoped her folks would spend the summer with her, but trouble at the Fortress had drawn them home. It wasn’t always easy, having a father who was the Master of the Carpathian Coven. Sometimes, as now, his duties could not be ignored. Usually, her Uncle Andrei handled things at the Fortress, but whatever the emergency had been, it had required her father’s attention, which meant that her mother had gone, as well. To her knowledge, her parents rarely spent more than a few hours apart.
Kaitlyn sighed as she removed her sweater and tossed it over the back of the sofa. Someday, she hoped to find a man who would adore her the way her father adored her mother. A man she couldn’t live without.
Picking up her suitcases, she carried them into the first bedroom and tossed them on the bed. This room was done in varying shades of green, with billowy white curtains at the windows that looked out over a sparkling blue lake.
How was she ever going to show her gratitude for the love and kindness her parents had showered upon her? She had thanked them on numerous occasions, but “thank you” hardly seemed sufficient. She knew they hadn’t been altogether pleased with her decision to remain in America after she graduated, but they had accepted it without argument.
Feeling a little homesick, she opened the larger suitcase and began to unpack. Her folks had always treated her like a princess, but then, maybe that was natural, since she had been raised in a castle in the heart of Romania.
All she needed now was a prince.