Chapter ThreeAnn was sitting at her kitchen table, smearing two slices of toast with thick strawberry jam and watching the finger on the wall clock tick slowly around. It was only eight in the morning but she had been awake for hours. A mixture of excitement, fear and trepidation was swishing her stomach into knots and she shivered slightly, drawing the edges of her cardigan closer together. These September mornings were chilly compared to the heat of last months and the days were cloudier. The stifling heat of the sun was weakening; altering in preparation for Autumn – the season of leaf dropping. Jon strode through the open door, wearing only a towel tucked around his muscular waist. Beads of water trickled down his smooth chest and dripped from his shoulder length hair. Hair that had be
