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 ...