A figure moved in front of the large corner window of the warehouse. It was Noah. Amanda sat silently in her truck for a while and watched him stretch his arms above his head, then left the window. She felt a little nervous. How would he react when she demanded answers from him? She hated the thought of widening the gap between them. But she wanted the truth!

And she was going to get it! It was for the good of the ranch. Her home now. She had to confront Noah. Who knows, maybe he would actually feel relieved to tell her everything...and then they could get on with their lives on the ranch...together. And maybe she could let go of her teenage heartache and grow to trust him again.

With renewed courage, Amanda tossed her sunglasses on the passenger seat and flung open the truck door. Stuffing her cold hands into the pockets of her suede jacket, she marched across the small parking lot and approached the warehouse door. It wasn't locked, but heavy when she pushed it open. And when it slammed shut behind her, she jumped.

The scent of oak and varnish assaulted her nose as soon as she walked through the small entry. A few pieces of furniture lined the wall to her right. She stopped to examine them, sighing at the intricate designs. Noah's workmanship was so beautiful; she couldn't help but feel a proud swell in her heart.