CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Growl.
Noell had been so caught up in exploring her camper, she had forgotten it was suppertime. One last peek inside and she locked it up. She faced the camper, walking backward on her way to the house. It was so cute, she couldn’t quit looking at it! And it was hers!
In the kitchen. Cereal for supper. Today felt like she’d been living a fairy tale. She poured the milk and mindlessly ate. She could just barely see the back end of the camper if she moved her chair a little to the right.
Ahh.
A knock sounded at the back kitchen door. Fletch let himself in. His curly blondish-brown hair was even curlier—Nebraska humidity was beginning to rise. His shirt hugged his body. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? How old was he?
He pointed. “What’s that in back? It’s reall
