Tuesday
Aislen stood on the balcony whilst the wind whipped and tore at her hair and tried to penetrate Rhett’s jacket, which she had pretty much decided was hers, whether he consented or not. She had showered and dressed in black jeans and one of Talen’s thick, plaid shirts, over which she had strapped her corset, thinking that the combination gave a grunge goth look. To complement that, she’d twisted her hair into two buns high on her head and gone red with her lips and heavy with the eyeliner.
There was something nice about wearing her men’s clothes with the beautiful house behind her and the smell of wood smoke from the fireplace in Rhett’s snug combining with fresh brewed coffee and bacon on the air.
Through the elegant French patio doors, she could see Cameron, Rhett, and Tyler
