Chapter 12Allison paced the parlor of her home. Every surface gleamed in the afternoon sunshine. In her nervous agitation, she'd polished, dusted, washed windows and generally tidied up. Now the room had never looked cleaner, but the frantic activity had done nothing to quell her nerves. The slight nausea she'd been feeling threatened to rise into full-blown sickness, and she swallowed convulsively.
The door banged open and Allison jumped.
“Hi, hon,” Wesley called. “Sorry if I startled you.” The fragrance of spring sunshine and prairie flowers trailed him into the room, perfuming the parlor with a sweet, clean, nausea-quelling zephyr.
She inhaled deeply. Hmmm. Kansas and Wesley. My favorite scent. “It's okay, Wes. I was only startled for a moment. What's going on?”
He bounced on his to
