章 42: Chapter 42: Tourists

Rhiannon's POV

John sat on the back deck sipping his coffee. He wasn't a morning person; she'd already learned that much. She joined him, tiptoeing across the wooden planks to settle in a plush chair beside him. She had never seen fancy, fluffy patio furniture before, but she determined that someday when she had her own back porch to sit on, she would get some.

"Good morning," she greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning," he murmured in reply.

They sat in silence while he finished his coffee.

Rhiannon didn't know what thoughts marched across his mind as he stared with glazed eyes out across the mountains, but she knew very well which thoughts she couldn't shake.

The memory of last night tugged at her. She could still feel his tie against her wrists if she thought for long enough. John never fell short, never disappointed.