22
LYNNE
“Looks like we’ve got a storm brewing,” I told Tim, observing the ominous dark clouds approaching from the west.
“I’ll make sure everything’s secure,” Tim told me. “Go on.”
He didn’t have to twist my arm. I was exhausted. Every bone and muscle in my body ached. All I wanted was a hot shower and a soft bed. I’m glad it’s Connor’s night to cook, I thought.
He was in the kitchen taking dinner from the oven when I arrived home. “Smells good,” I told him as I pulled off my baseball cap and tossed it aside. “Y’know, Merlin, you’d make somebody a great wife.”
He looked up and smiled. “Is that a proposal?” he wanted to know.
I sat on the couch and pulled off my shoes. “You don’t believe in marriage, remember?”
He took plates from the cabinet. “I could be had for the right offer,”
