Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

layout and where the furniture was situated. After this initial familiarizing, she’d be able to find her way around the cabin with ease by herself. The room was surprisingly big and had leather furniture that was soft and creamy to the touch and stil gave off a rich, welcoming scent. She’d always liked the smel of leather.

The kitchen was quite large as wel. She took things more slowly in that room, opening drawers and cabinets before carefuly feeling the contents so she didn’t get cut by a stray knife or other gadget. After coming across a coffeemaker, she filed it with water and reached for a container that she thought was coffee sitting on the counter. A quick smel of the contents proved she was correct, and she spooned some into the filter, replaced the lid, and turned on the machine. It started gurgling and popping immediately.

She smiled as the coffee’s aroma became richer as it grew hotter with the brewing.

“Coffee’s on, guys.”

“Oh. You are an angel, Georgia,” Joey lamented.

They al enjoyed a good cup of coffee, but Joey was the addict of the three.

“I don’t know about angel, but I try my best. I’m going to find my room and get unpacked. You two need help with anything?”

“Nope. I think we can manage,” Henry said. “The fire is going, and the only thing left is to assess the food situation. Joey and I wil make a list of what’s needed then you can add anything else you’d like. If luck is with us, there wil be enough staples to get us through until morning because the last grocery store I saw on our way here was at least an hour away.”

“I had a look around in the kitchen. I think we should be fine until morning. We can manage, I’m sure. There are plenty of canned goods stocked in the pantry.” Georgia folowed Lucy down the hal.

If she stretched her arms out from side to side, she could almost touch the wals down the narrow halway. The thumping under her feet told her the wood floors continued on. The first door on the left led to a nice-sized bathroom. While she figured no girl would be al that happy about sharing a bathroom with two men for a week, fortunately for her, Joey and Henry were quite the neat freaks. In fact, they probably picked up after themselves better than she did, not that she was a slob.

There was another door on the left, which she assumed to be Henry and Joey’s room, and a door at the end of the hal, which turned out to be a linen closet, and finaly a door on the right, which led to her bedroom. It smeled clean, and she couldn’t find an ounce of dust on anything she touched. It was surprisingly large, and the bed was huge.

“Looks like you get to sleep with me this week, Lucy.” She patted the dog on the head before releasing the handle from her harness. She gave her the off-duty command to let her know she was free to do as she pleased for the time being.

Lucy usualy slept in a cushy bed on the floor beside Georgia’s ful-size bed at home. Lucy wasn’t huge, but Georgia’s bed wasn’t big enough to accommodate them both comfortably. She was not against Lucy sleeping at the foot of her bed and smiled when she thought about how nice it would be to have a foot warmer this week.

She found a dresser against the wal and unpacked her clothes then felt around for an outlet to plug her cel phone charger into. Although, she didn’t have high hopes of getting a great signal, if any, out in the middle of the sticks.

“Let’s go find Henry and Joey. Shal we, Lucy? I bet you’d like some water too.”

She’d have to ask where they’d put Lucy’s bag of food when they unloaded the car as wel. There were many times Georgia would have loved to give Lucy a treat or people food, but it wasn’t a good idea to give a guide dog treats. Treats were not something a guide dog was ever trained on. A guide dog had to learn to do its job with praise as a reward. True guide dogs loved their jobs. Lucy was always up and eager to go to work in the mornings.

Most people didn’t realize the lengthy training process of a guide dog or the countless dogs that didn’t make it through the training because of simple undesirable behavior traits that might cause the dog to harm its charge. Being aware of the extensive training, Georgia would never intentionaly do anything that might compromise Lucy.

Georgia had laid her walking stick—which conveniently folded up to fit in her bag—on the bed and got it before leaving her room to find her way back to the boys. She was looking forward to spending the week with Henry and Joey. She couldn’t wait for the long nights of reminiscing by the fire. While they were al close, they rarely got to spend an abundance of time al together at once because of conflicting work schedules.

While she didn’t hold down a job, she did some volunteer work at a nearby blind school several days a week. She kept herself busy on the off days by running errands, cleaning, or simply enjoying her time reading or tending to her smal garden of herbs. She felt extremely fortunate because her parents had set a trust fund up for her when she was a baby. By the time she was twenty, she’d lost them both and had found out that she was also the benefactor of quite a large life insurance policy.

She wasn’t by any means filthy rich, but she had the means to live a quaint, comfortable life, which she was grateful for every single day. She’d be able to hold down a job if she had to, but it wasn’t easy for a blind person to find