11 Chapter 11

What had just happened?

Casey gathered his hair and twisted it around his hand. Biting his lip, glaring at the disappearing truck as if he could get it to come back just by sheer will. He let out a deep sigh and shuddered as he finally registered how cold it was.

The unusually hot weather had disappeared overnight and had been replaced by a brisk chill that penetrated Casey to his very bones and pebbled his nipples. He shivered and turned around to get back into the warmth when he noticed a big wicker basket on the porch.

He grabbed the two handles and picked it up, surprised by its weight, and hurried inside. He kicked the door closed behind him, put the basket on the table, and jogged back into their bedroom, where he pulled off his sweats and dove under the covers.