Chapter 8

In this case, “tolerance” was the right word for Erika’s demeanor. “I guess we can put her out in the backyard first,” she said.

“See? Compromise.” Austin kissed her on the side of the head. “Told you we’d work it out.” He kissed her again below the ear and whispered, “How about we let her into the backyard right now?”

His ploy hadn’t worked that day, but it became their system for when they wanted quality time. There was a six-foot fence all around their backyard, and it was only accessible through a locked gate on one side of the house. Austin sometimes felt guilty when he went to get her afterwards and she was sitting up against the door waiting. Even though he spent most of his waking moments within sight of her, he had promised to take care of her, and he didn’t know what he would do if something happened to her when he wasn’t there to watch her.