Chapter Eight
Ward
When we stepped through the side door into my home, Susannah tugged her hand free of mine, much to my chagrin. What I had in mind didn’t involve social niceties.
Oblivious to my urge to throw her over my shoulder and cart her to bed, Susannah spun in a circle as she glanced around the downstairs of my home. It was a single level, timber frame ranch style home with a tall ceiling that rose up to a point in the center of the living room and windows across the entire front wall. It was still light out. The days could feel like forever here once winter had passed. Even though it was only spring, the sun wasn’t setting until after nine in the evening.
The side door came from a deck into the kitchen, which had soft green tiles and a curved counter that arched off the wall
