Rolling over to look out the window, she stretched her arms above her head and sighed with contentment. The wonderful dreams she’d dreamt during the night had dispelled her fears and anxieties. In the brilliant morning light she was renewed—felt thoroughly rested. Yet as her eye caught sight of the white flannel underwear strewn across the washbasin on the table next to her bed, Genieva sat upright. Looking around, she gasped, realizing she was in Brevan’s room—in Brevan’s bed! Quickly, she threw back the covers, snatching a small afghan from the foot of the bed and wrapping it securely around herself before walking down the hall and into the kitchen. There at the table sat Brian and Brevan—both drinking tall glasses of milk as they waited for Brenna to pile their plates high with breakfast foods. “Good mornin’ to ya, Genieva,” Brian greeted. Genieva could only nod in response as she looked to Brevan with uncertainty.
