It sent him back in time to the days when Rayna’s work schedule allowed her to be home in time to prepare supper. That hadn’t happened often since her nursing schedule varied so much. They’d both appreciated the time when they could share a meal together. He found her in the kitchen, removing cookies from a cookie sheet onto a piece of waxed paper. She wore an open, short-sleeved, blue blouse over a white tank, and a full skirt with brightly colored flowers splashed all over it. Combs held back her hair over her ears, gold hoops hung from her earlobes. He couldn’t see her feet from where he stood, but he’d bet money she wore the little strappy sandals she always preferred. His heart swelled in his chest at the sight of her. This is what he wanted—to share his life again. He’d been so lonely the last five years without Rayna. He wanted to marry again, have another child. He wouldn’t hesitate to get involved with a woman if he could find the right one. She must have sensed his presence for she looked up from the cookies.
