Rachel hummed to herself as she unloaded groceries in the tiny cabin kitchen. She’d gone on a spree at Garden of Eden, wanting to cook something awesome and celebratory as a backdrop for finally telling Jonah about her job offer and admitting she didn’t want them to be over.
He’d been acting odd the last couple of days, and she figured that was entirely because he didn’t know what was happening. She was grateful to finally have an answer. Or at least one of the answers. There were still a million and one details to work out, but this somehow felt like one of the biggest.
If she hurried, she could get started on the puff pastry before Jonah got home. The thought made her pause, glancing around the cabin. It was odd to think of this place as home. To realize that some part of her already c
