Brandy
Before I was even out of bed, Nate came gliding in through the door carrying a tray with breakfast on it. Next to the home made cinnamon bun I saw four more of my mother’s journals.
I shouldn’t’ have been surprised that Nate would take the first opportunity to go back for more.
“Good morning blackberry.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on my temple. “Did you sleep well once you fell asleep?”
“I did, thank you.” I responded in turn, smiling up at him. “And thank you for last night.”
“Of course! So, it’s just us in this big ol’ house until everyone returns from the golf course.” Normally, I would have taken this kind of statement as a suggestion to engage in some hanky panky. However, I had a suspicion I knew where he was headed with this.
Father, Timmy and their respective
