Philip was grateful—truly, deeply grateful—that Christina had suggested it. He had always wondered how Joanne would fare in their kind of hunt. She was excellent at chasing wild hogs, sure—but how would she do laying in wait, tracking in silence, and striking with precision?
More than that, it gave him a reason to spend time with her. And finally—finally—invite her properly into their home. He had received the Smiths' warmth and hospitality too many times to count, and the thought of returning even a fraction of that kindness to Joanne lit something quietly joyful in his chest.
His last attempt had ended in disaster. But now… now he had hope. Christina would be by his side. This time, Joanne would be treated the way she should be.
Then Christina's voice dropped slightly. Hesitant. Weighted.
