Chapter 4
Connor had finally finished the last of the chairs for the dining set. Using Fiona’s body to satisfy himself had cleared his head. He’d get the first coat of stain on the bare wood and then pack for camping.
Although he loved his house, even with the work it needed, the urge to leave the city to get to wide-open space never left him. Maybe it was the time he’d spent in prison that caused it. The confinement, being surrounded by people with no escape. It had been years since he’d been released, but the lure of fresh air and the outdoors hadn’t diminished.
Even during the summer months, when the parks were filled with families and groups of campers, he could be alone. He loved his solitude, so he had no idea what had possessed him to invite Fiona. She didn’t seem too interested,
