Chapter 2: Stolen Kisses
The next morning, Thomas found himself awakened by the sound of rain hitting the old roof. He stretched in the too-big bed and rolled to his feet. It was early, but he threw on a robe and crept down the stairs, going to the front windows. It was just starting to get light as he watched the trees bend, shedding leaves, casting sparks of gold to the wind.
Rusty was walking towards the house from the barn, carrying a bucket, and, as he got closer, Thomas could hear him whistling, apparently not minding the rain. He gave Thomas that warm smile all over again as he stepped into the house. “Good morning, you’re up early.”
“Rain woke me up. It sounds different here.”
Rusty chuckled. “Lots of city folks can’t sleep here. It’s too quiet for them.”
Thomas followed him b
