Orson
He had been doing some cosmetic changes to his place in a bid to help curb his frustrations – and with the hopes that she would like it if she ever saw it; he wanted her to love the place he’d built for her – for his mate. But his instincts kept pulling him to her, though he had no idea how to show up at her place without her thinking he intended to be a danger to her. He had not missed her sudden look of fear when she had first seen them at her house.
Orson ground his teeth while he finished the intricately made banister for the front stairs and porch. It had taken him quite some time to finish the details on the woodwork that he hoped would enhance the charm of his log cabin – well the part visible above ground, of course.
Reaching up to his shelving for the hardware he would ne
