Friday
Aislen watched the light shift across the floor, diffused by the leaves of the trees outside the window. Rhett had pulled back the curtains to improve the light, so she had a clear view, through his window, of the garden and the river below.
She could see that they had expanded on the original firepit, creating a paved, sunken, circular space with inset seating built into the steps down. A gravel pit cupped a large brazier, with wood pre-set for lighting, and there were hollows built into the wall between the stairs and the seats, which held wood seasoning for use.
She wrapped her fingers around the chair spokes and hissed out a breath as Rhett hit a sensitive spot.
He had positioned her to straddle the chair, hugging the back, with a cushion beneath her and one before her t
