Chapter 7For days Aaron had done what he’d always done: gotten up, gone to build stone walls with Trent, had a slow dinner at the pub, and gone to bed.
But for all the similarities, his comfortable, well-worn routine hadn’t been routine at all. When Jane had discovered what time he always had breakfast, she’d adjusted her schedule so that she could join him. Each evening they shared dinner.
One night they’d gone out to The Indian Princess and split chicken jaipuri and garlic nan for a change of pace. It was the first time he hadn’t eaten in the pub in weeks. Even in casual Fosse-on-the-Wold, he’d felt underdressed as he sat at the white linen tablecloth across from Jane. Her taste was impeccable—the simple emerald blouse made her green eyes look warm rather than cool and the thin gold ch
