Chapter Twenty-Two
Kate sat on the porch of her little cabin, feet perched on the rail, strumming her guitar, letting the breeze dance across her cheeks. Spring had arrived on the Flint Hills with a joyous burst of sensuality, mirroring the joy that grew in her heart with each day she passed in Cash’s bed. The aroma of freshly cut cedar mixed with the scent of warm dirt and wildflowers, sent words tumbling through her head as her fingers flitted across the frets.
You saw me through my brokenness, reached through like sun after rain…
She’d never had a creative streak like this. And it was all due to Cash. There was no other explanation. The deeper she let herself fall for Cash, the faster the words came. Being with him gave her a whole new understanding of lyrics she’d previously penned.
