The old house was cute and homey. There had been fresh muffins on the counter when Eli checked them in. The room had two big beds covered in spreads with blue and white flowers on them. Homemade quilts were at the foot of each bed. Eli stepped past her to set their bags on the floor. They hadn’t spoken much since he’d turned the car around, and it was beginning to annoy her. “How long are you going to be angry at me?” she asked. “Until you swear that you’re going to go home and not think of this ever again.” “I don’t have a home!” she blurted out, then was shocked that she’d said that. She turned away so he couldn’t see her face as she was close to tears. But Eli put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to look at him. When she kept looking away, he pulled her into his arms and held her. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,”
