Jeri pressed her back into the cabin door, her mind spinning. She’d walked into the wrong house. An innocent mistake. At least he’d been dressed, and a small giggled escaped her lips.
“What a great night,” she murmured to herself as she wandered down the short hallway to her bedroom. Such a better night than making her own freezer food and passing out on the couch. Not only that, she felt like God had given her another chance when she thought she was plumb out.
“Could he give me his last name?” she wondered aloud as she changed into her pajamas. It wasn’t nearly time for bed yet, but Jeri was exhausted. She went back into the kitchen and opened the freezer, taking out the container of chocolate peanut butter ice cream that was still half-full.
The soft sound of strumming drifted through
