Amy ducked her head in order to hide her smile. It had been a long time since she’d shared a table with someone who so obviously appreciated the effort she made. Woody was a good boy, but he took a lot of things for granted. Something as simple as Kenneth’s groans of satisfaction as he devoured his meal went a long way to making her feel more hospitable.2
The fire warming his back and the beautiful woman in front of him went a long way toward soothing Kenneth’s nerves. He couldn’t tell if Leon was asleep or unconscious on the floor, and if anything, the storm outside sounded worse. Kenneth knew they were extremely lucky to be where they were. Leon had resisted taking shelter in Amy’s barn at all, and he had been furious when the boy found them—his anger only increasing when Kenneth half-carried, half-dragged Leon to the cabin.