Within sight of each other, front yards facing the center of the main ranch yard. Each different. Each distinctive of the couple who resided within. Cade stood at the large window of the suite of rooms he and Marly had renovated to allow them a view of the other houses. The bedroom was larger, filled now with Marly’s gentle, sometimes whimsical, tastes. But despite the feminine touches, it still retained the more dominant flavor that the old room had. Heavy dark furniture, large chairs, a wide bed. Not that he ever let her get far from him. It had been a year since she and the others had plotted and planned the final downfall of the August men. Cade smiled. Being taken down had never been so good. “Aren’t the lights pretty?” Marly moved beside him, snuggling against him as he wrapped his arm around her waist. The lights were indeed pretty. Each house had been strung with a multitude of festive colors. Lighted icicles dripped from eaves, while candy cane colors wrapped around porch posts, and multi-colored blinking confections surrounded windows.
