Delaney was angry her husband wouldn't even consider anything but the plan he'd come up with. She stormed out of his study, passing Ian who raised his eyebrows when he saw her face.
Up in their bedroom, she dropped into a chair facing the windows. Outside, the dark clouds were looming ever closer. The rain wasn't strong yet but the wind was blowing and making the drops hit hard on the house now. Down below there were already a few broken branches on the ground from the trees.
Delaney pulled her feet up onto the chair, tucking them beneath her skirt. She rested her chin on her knees and starred out the window. There was an ache in her heart. She didn't want to be separated from her husband. His problem with storms was unpleasant but she thought they could handle it together.
