Chapter Fourteen
Safe Landings
Keith Correll spilled into her life like rainwater splashing into a sponge. She absorbed him easily, even if her lust took them no further than conversation the first time they were together.
She came by his pottery studio on Tuesday afternoon after his proposal. She walked by the place on Monday, but it was closed. Midweek could not come soon enough.
I think Ive stumbled on something important here, she told Keith, as she gazed into his impassive expression on entering the shop and finding him conveniently near the front door.
He nodded, then motioned toward the back of his studio. Sit down, he ordered.
She sat. In the straight-backed chair, her posture conformed to the rigid slats behind her, and yet she still maintained her fluid beauty and grac
