Rather than eat in town, I made our dinner of chicken scaloppini while Jonah chopped firewood. I gazed out through windows to see him steady a log on its end and smash his ax into the wood, splitting it in two.
When I first saw Jonah in his expensive Italian suits, I would never have pegged him as outdoorsy. Seeing him blend easily into the environment surprised me—but I loved it.
He looked up and caught me staring, then laughed.
“I bet you never knew I was such a mountain man, did you?” he asked, shutting the door with his foot before carrying newly cut firewood to the fireplace.
“If you can start a fire, I’ll be doubly impressed.”
“Then prepare to be stunned.”
Within a few minutes, Jonah had the fire roaring. The sharp smell of burning wood comforted me as much as the warmth.
“Din
