JUNIPER
The morning sun was doing that golden, California-dreaming thing, spilling across my granite countertops and making the dew on the lawn outside look like scattered diamonds.
It was such a beautiful day. Maybe because on this exact day five years ago, I'd tied the knot with my husband.
I was standing at the kitchen island mixing flour with butter for my wedding anniversary cake, but my mind—and my eyes—were anywhere but on the mixing bowl in front of me.
Through the window above the sink, I had a front-row seat to the best show in the neighborhood.
Liam, our neighbor from 4B, was out on his porch again. He was wrestling with some kind of loose floorboard, hunched over with a hammer in one hand. He wasn't wearing any shirt. A big mistake for my focus, but a huge win for my mo
