Chapter 13
Sunday
Donny Atherton woke a little after seven, and he chuckled softly to himself when Lizzie grumbled in her sleep before rolling over to her side in a subconscious response to his getting out of bed.
He padded sleepily down the stairs to start the coffeepot, then turned on his cell phone. His email account notification sounded immediately, and he opened the app and scrolled while he waited for the coffee to finish brewing.
The most recent email in his inbox was one that his website had auto forwarded through the ‘Contact Me’ page. He clicked on it and skimmed it.
Huh. Sounds like they want a full bundle of coverage…
The subtle chime of the coffeepot interrupted his train of thought.
Food first, he decided, and Donny stood to move to the counter and pour himself a cup,
