Dinner, Ainslon decided, wasn’t too bad. Shelly had flirted with her, but it wasn’t anything Ainslon couldn’t handle. Easton had texted her at lunch that she would be joining them for dinner, so it wasn’t a surprise to see her standing in the kitchen. Over dinner, Edna had even gotten an invite from Shelly that after dessert they could browse through her grandfather’s books.
Ainslon held Edna’s arm as they crossed into Shelly’s yard and climbed the few steps that lead into the kitchen of her house. The space was worn, but well looked after. Ainslon ran her hand along the kitchen table. Maple, if she were to take a guess, and gorgeous. She wanted to ask her about it but shelved that question for later.
At the end of the hallway, Ainslon held her breath when Shelly opened a door to their l
