Chapter Seven
Shay
Moonlight cast the landscape in a silvery glow along my short walk back to the farmhouse. Although the days were quite warm in the spring here, I had a jacket on because the air became cool once the sun slipped behind the mountains. I picked up my pace, shivering a little. The lights were glowing from the front hallway and the kitchen in the farmhouse windows as I approached, and I wondered if Jackson was home yet.
The mere thought of Jackson sent butterflies twirling in my belly. I opened the door quietly to let myself in, pausing to listen in the entryway. I sensed he was here, so I walked down the hallway, following the light into the kitchen.
As I stepped through the archway, my mouth went dry. Jackson stood at the counter, rinsing dishes and setting them one at
