CHAPTER 16
SHE COULD GET USED to life in apple country if all her evenings were like this. After their impromptu splurge at The Creamery, she and Greg walked along the dry Orchard Grove riverbed and then came home for a few rounds of chess. Katrina hadn’t played before she met Greg, but she was already able to beat him one game out of every four or five. Not too bad.
“Want to watch a movie before bed?” Greg asked. They had both come home from their walk chilled and had changed their clothes. Katrina was in her pajamas. He was in flannel pants and a sweatshirt, and it wasn’t even eight yet.
She couldn’t remember when they last watched TV together. Sometime before the pregnancy probably. She wasn’t even sure what kind of movies he liked. How could they be married but know so little about
