As she entered, to her right, the back wall of the room was covered, floor to impressively high ceiling, with shelf after endless shelf of books.
The far wall contained a huge flat screen tv, and gathered around it were expensive, leather covered couches and chairs, for viewers.
But what really took Brennan's breath away was the wall to her left. Made entirely of glass, or so it seemed. The impression was of a huge, arcing window.
She walked up to it, and was dazzled. The view from her bedroom window was impressive enough, but this...this was way this wall was constructed, it was like an immense bay window. You could literally walk right into it at the center, and the window arched back onj both sides from there. The field of view from left to right, from top to bottom, was as wide as was possible to attain.
The view looked down across the valley below, and out across the mountains as far as the eye could see. Mountains and mountains and mountains, receding of into the distance like impossibly huge, frozen waves.
Again, she got the impression of very high altitude. But today, the skies were clear, amazingly blue, the view, endless. This time she could see down to the bottom of the valley, in which nestled a sparkling lake, the same intense blue as the sky. The whole scene was almost too much to take in, the beauty of it overwhelming. Brennan stood, looking out, transfixed.
"It is a beautiful view, is it not?"
Brennan whirled around. There, standing at the back of the room, just in front of a door she hadn't seen before, was the man that had talked to booth at the diner! .