A Place To Call Home

Glancing at his profile, she recalled how handsome, how…how cosmopolitan he’d seemed at the wedding. She’d thought of Jeremy as an earthy sort—well, being a civil engineer, that seemed natural—but she’d discovered another side to him, one that was urbane and at ease in the most elegant surroundings.

Pulling her gaze back to the countryside, she frowned at the sudden pang that went through her, a piercing moment of longing for something that was missing in her life, that had always been just beyond her grasp. She couldn’t say what it was.

The moon limned the pavement into a ghostly ribbon. She saw no lights ahead to indicate oncoming traffic. They could have been the only creatures in the world. It was an eerie sensation.

Jeremy set the cruise control, popped the top on one of the cans and took a long drink, then placed it in a cup holder. “I haven’t had dinner,” he said as he tore open a bag of chips with his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’d eaten earlier. I didn’t think about your missing dinner,” she finished.

“That’s okay. I’d just gotten in from the bridge site shortly before you arrived. I decided I needed a bath more than food at the moment.”

“Are you having problems with the construction?”

“Yes. There’s soft rock layered in with the hard stuff. We have to have a solid base for the piers.”

“So what will you do?”

“Drill pilings through the soft rock. It’ll cost more and delay the construction. Again.”