They drove there in Jack’s pickup truck. Jenna met them at the door and ushered them in. The house was old but well maintained, and the interior was surprising. Instead of a typical beach look, it was decorated in a Southwestern style, with solid, dark, and what looked to be handcrafted furniture. There were textured walls faux painted in salmon and burnt orange, oil paintings depicting both snowcapped mountains and smooth deserts, and brightly colored woven rugs with geometric patterns. Jenna sat across from him. Jack ran his gaze over her and then looked away. She was wearing white capri pants and a pale blue pullover, and her feet were bare. “Nice place,” said Jack. “Thanks. We tried to make it feel like home.” “Where’s that?” asked Mikki as she looked around. “Arizona? I was just there recently.” Jenna laughed. “I’ve never been to Arizona or the Southwest in general. That’s why I decorated the house this way. Probably as close as I’ll ever get, and I love the look and feel of it.
