Sunday
Aislen was not surprised when Cameron appeared by her gate later that afternoon. She had just paused for a drink, leaning on the porch, and admiring the over half-full skip bin. She lifted her eyebrows when he ran to the fence and came to a stop.
“Are you going to run by this house every day that I am here?” She asked him with a sigh.
“I run every day,” he replied, letting himself in the gate. “Sometimes several times a day.”
“Yeah, perhaps, but I guarantee you only started running by here…” She started and then broke off. The sentence was dangerous, she thought to herself, as it implied something she wasn’t sure she wanted to face.
“You still prefer Rhett,” he scraped his sweat-damp hair back from his face.
She raised her eyebrows. “He was the only one of the three of you
