her mother sigh. "Well, I hope it continues that way. Most marriages don't last, and you're starting out with a huge handicap not knowing the man you married."
"I'm getting to know him quickly. Don't worry."
"Well, your father checked him out, and he says he's a good man."
Her dad got on the phone then. "You have a good time, Addie?"
Addie smiled, happy to hear her father's voice. "Yes, it was wonderful. South Dakota is beautiful. We stayed near the Black Hills, and I had no idea they were so pretty."
"I checked out the area when he gave me the name of the resort. I'm sure it was nice. Did they really make it feel like you were in the nineteenth century, like they said?"
She laughed. "All except the indoor plumbing. That made it pretty obvious what century we were in. I felt like I had the best of both worlds."
"Good. Do you go back to work tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes, I do. I've already talked to Bailey. She said everything went well while we were gone. I've caught up on paperwork. Just waiting for groceries to be delivered now."
"That's my girl, always throwing herself at work and getting things done. I'm glad you're home."
"I am too. I had a lovely time, but you know what they say. The best part of getting away is always coming home!"
"You'll have to come for dinner one night this week, so we can see for ourselves he didn't murder you in your sleep." Her dad's voice was full of laughter, but underneath it, she knew he was concerned.
"Well, it's going to be a busy week at the store. How 'bout on Sunday when we're closed?"
"I'll tell your mother to expect you then. After church?"
Addie hesitated. She and Jake hadn't really talked about going to church. She knew he was a Christian, but he gave her the impression that he typically worked seven days a week until his eyes bled. "I'll let you know about time later in the week. Will that work?"
"Yeah, that's great. We'll see you Sunday."
Addie hung up the phone and wandered back to the kitchen, familiarizing herself with where everything had been put. She'd chosen a tiny apartment, barely six hundred square feet, so Jake was writing in the living room. She walked up behind him and peered over his shoulder, curious about the story he was writing.
Jake was in the middle of a huge scene when he felt her behind him. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
"I'm just curious about what you do," she said with a shrug.
"I write words. Lots of them. But I can't do it with someone watching over me like that. It's creepy." He knew his words would sound harsh to her, but he hated to be interrupted, and the sooner she learned that the better. His work was the most important thing in his life.
Addie bit her lip, wondering why he was upset with her. "I'm sorry. I'll find something else to do."
She wandered into the bedroom, trying her best not to get upset. She hadn't expected the harsh reaction to just seeing what he was writing. She couldn't believe it was such a big deal to him.
She found a book from the shelf beside the bed, and laid down on her stomach to read it. It was a science fiction book by her favorite writer, Roger Holiday. She hadn't gotten to his three latest, but they were lined up on her shelf just waiting for her. Within minutes, she'd forgotten all about her new husband's surly attitude and was deep into her book.
The doorbell ringing startled her, but she hurried to the door, opening it wide for the groceries to come in. She looked over and saw that Jake was still tapping madly away at his keys. He sounded like a machine gun, and she wanted to ask how fast he typed. He was truly a speed demon.
Once the groceries were paid for, and the tip had exchanged hands, she put the groceries away, trying to decide what to make for dinner. She quickly decided on one of her favorite chicken dishes, and started the preparations.
"I'm getting to know him quickly. Don't worry."
"Well, your father checked him out, and he says he's a good man."
Her dad got on the phone then. "You have a good time, Addie?"
Addie smiled, happy to hear her father's voice. "Yes, it was wonderful. South Dakota is beautiful. We stayed near the Black Hills, and I had no idea they were so pretty."
"I checked out the area when he gave me the name of the resort. I'm sure it was nice. Did they really make it feel like you were in the nineteenth century, like they said?"
She laughed. "All except the indoor plumbing. That made it pretty obvious what century we were in. I felt like I had the best of both worlds."
"Good. Do you go back to work tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes, I do. I've already talked to Bailey. She said everything went well while we were gone. I've caught up on paperwork. Just waiting for groceries to be delivered now."
"That's my girl, always throwing herself at work and getting things done. I'm glad you're home."
"I am too. I had a lovely time, but you know what they say. The best part of getting away is always coming home!"
"You'll have to come for dinner one night this week, so we can see for ourselves he didn't murder you in your sleep." Her dad's voice was full of laughter, but underneath it, she knew he was concerned.
"Well, it's going to be a busy week at the store. How 'bout on Sunday when we're closed?"
"I'll tell your mother to expect you then. After church?"
Addie hesitated. She and Jake hadn't really talked about going to church. She knew he was a Christian, but he gave her the impression that he typically worked seven days a week until his eyes bled. "I'll let you know about time later in the week. Will that work?"
"Yeah, that's great. We'll see you Sunday."
Addie hung up the phone and wandered back to the kitchen, familiarizing herself with where everything had been put. She'd chosen a tiny apartment, barely six hundred square feet, so Jake was writing in the living room. She walked up behind him and peered over his shoulder, curious about the story he was writing.
Jake was in the middle of a huge scene when he felt her behind him. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
"I'm just curious about what you do," she said with a shrug.
"I write words. Lots of them. But I can't do it with someone watching over me like that. It's creepy." He knew his words would sound harsh to her, but he hated to be interrupted, and the sooner she learned that the better. His work was the most important thing in his life.
Addie bit her lip, wondering why he was upset with her. "I'm sorry. I'll find something else to do."
She wandered into the bedroom, trying her best not to get upset. She hadn't expected the harsh reaction to just seeing what he was writing. She couldn't believe it was such a big deal to him.
She found a book from the shelf beside the bed, and laid down on her stomach to read it. It was a science fiction book by her favorite writer, Roger Holiday. She hadn't gotten to his three latest, but they were lined up on her shelf just waiting for her. Within minutes, she'd forgotten all about her new husband's surly attitude and was deep into her book.
The doorbell ringing startled her, but she hurried to the door, opening it wide for the groceries to come in. She looked over and saw that Jake was still tapping madly away at his keys. He sounded like a machine gun, and she wanted to ask how fast he typed. He was truly a speed demon.
Once the groceries were paid for, and the tip had exchanged hands, she put the groceries away, trying to decide what to make for dinner. She quickly decided on one of her favorite chicken dishes, and started the preparations.
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