Dusty spent the morning in the porch, the afternoon getting happily settled in the small space inside, and then the early evening until dark, making a pot of chili on her camp stove. The clear sky had given way to clouds, brewing like angry billows of smoke along the horizon. For a time, she could see lightning leap from cloud to cloud, but as it got closer, her desire to snuggle inside the cabin’s protection lured her within.
Just as the storm was about to break free with rain, she heard a distinct rapping on her door. Then, without answering the knock, the door burst open and Ty stood before her.
“You could have let me know,” she exclaimed seeing his handsome bearing. “I would have invited you for dinner.”
“You’re coming with me,” he said.
“My, this is all too familiar,” she said
