Melinda watched Adam disappear around the side of the house. She did a little dance, a throwback to her childhood, with anticipation. Since the first time she saw the house four years ago, she’d known it cried out for something. Now she was going to get it.
She settled into one of the chairs on the patio stretched out her legs and closed her eyes. She could see the backyard clearly. Vines trailing up and over the beams with pots of flowers scattered around. In her mind, it was late summer and bunches of deep purple fruit were waiting to be plucked and enjoyed. She might try her hand at winemaking too.
“Mel?” Adam’s deep voice interrupted her daydream.
She popped open her eyes and smiled. “I was just picturing what it was going to look like in a couple of years once my grapes get establi
