It was midmorning on this side of the world, and Rhyn squinted up at the sky.
Midmorning sunlight streamed in through the large windows at the rear of the study.
She understood why he liked the spot; the scent of honeysuckle and herbs was thick in the air, the manicured gardens pleasant to look at and the awning providing the right amount of cool shade from the midmorning Georgia sun.
The quaint streets of Pacific Grove were quiet during the weekday, with a small group of women lingering in the midmorning sun at the café on the corner.
A midmorning breeze drifted through the windows to her right, and she closed her eyes.