After the initial shock of the cold—it was a different kind of cold than she was used to—she had gawked like a tourist at the scenery that flashed past them on the drive to the house. She was stunned again to find that ‘house’ didn’t aptly describe the place they were staying. Rose Cottage, which was the name of the ‘house,’ wasn’t all that better. It was no cottage. The place was a freaking mansion. It had twelve bedrooms and what seemed like forty-two bathrooms. There was a ...