Just like always, it somehow looked exactly right there, like it was part of the forest. She parked, gathered her stuff, and went inside. “I’m home!” she shouted, wiping her shoes on the doormat, just inside the door. She’d talked Miles into going easy on the woodsy decor inside — looking like a log cabin on the outside was acceptable, she felt, but she’d wanted a regular house on the inside. Aside from the exposed beams and rock fireplace, she’d gotten it. “In here!” came his voice, and Delilah dumped her stuff on the couch, took her shoes off, and walked through the big door to the kitchen. “Smells good,” she said, coming around to Miles and putting a hand on his back. “What is it?” “Cajun stuffed pork chops,” he said, turning the meat with big tongs. He looked busy, so Delilah kissed his t-shirt clad shoulder.
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