Chapter Seven
JOSH HEARD THE wheels churning the gravel in the driveway and glanced down at his watch. One. Two. Three. “What the hell did you do to my cabin?” he heard Alanna scream just as soon as she opened her car door. He shook his head, sighing, as he shoved himself off the couch and headed for the front door. Might as well get the reaming over with.
Opening the front door, he watched as Alanna stormed up the driveway, gawking at the colorful lights that dangled from the eaves. “Welcome home,” he said, giving the fiery redhead a weak shrug. “Surprise.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, thrusting her clenched fists onto her hips. “I thought I told you to make it subtle?”
He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned to glance at his handiwork. “I compromised. Your side is,
