It’s too big,” she’d protested. “We can’t possibly fill all those
rooms!
He’d given her a sly, wicked smile. “We can try.”
And they had certainly done their best. They’d done excellent
work on that front. Alize blushed. Since they’d moved into the house in June,
they’d made love in all rooms, and also in the secret nooks of the large
sprawling garden. They’d shared many warm evenings on the banks of their
private lake, swimming and talking and watching the stars twinkle in the lazy
summer night. One big pond, she thought, for what was sure to be one big
family. She smiled. She would someday teach her children to swim there, as
her father had taught her.
She’d been in California City with John for only a single night,
but she was already glad to be back home. She hadn’t known a
