Willison POV

Willison looked down at her with wonder on his face and adoration in his eyes.

Arthur made a grumpy noise in his throat and Terri clapped her hands. “How about we have dinner, then?”

“Ah, is there time for me to finish putting the chook house together for you?” Willison asked. “Before it gets too dark?”

“It’s already done,” Terri said.

“It is?”

Terri nodded and headed around the island counter into the kitchen. “Your father put it together the other day for me.”

“He did?”

“I know how to swing a hammer,” Arthur said.

“Oh, I know,” Willison said, turning to his father. “I just didn’t realise...