Vicki knocked on the side door and stepped back. A glint in the window caught her attention and she glanced at the sky. The full moon hung low over the treetops, bathing the growing twilight with its glow. A breeze rustled the dry leaves and she pulled her jacket tighter around her chest. Autumn arrived here sooner than back home.
A click brought her attention back to the door. It opened and Nicholas’ father exclaimed with delight.
“Vicki! Always nice to see you, love. Come in.”
“Thank you,” she said, stepping in from the cold.
The aroma of dinner hung in the air. She drew it in, taking in the delicious smell with all of her senses. Nicholas and his father cooked the most appetizing meals.
“Mr. Dawson, is Nicholas here? I was hoping we could go for a moonlit walk.”
He waved his hand
