CHAPTER 21
I don’t believe this.”
No response from Pomeroy.
I looked at him. “Do they come here often?”
He poured the water into the teapot and steam clouded his face.
“Twice in the last couple of weeks. Weather’s been nice. You know how people like to do it out-of-doors in this state. The hikers generally save it for summer, though.”
My eyes scanned the room. He set the tea tray on the table. It was disconcerting to be witnessing the s****l activity of another couple while in the company of a man to whom one was attracted.
Pomeroy filled the mugs with tea. I couldn’t help noticing the way his shoulders moved under his soft flannel shirt. I wondered who did his laundry, and looked around the room for a washing machine. His couch, tables, and chairs were rough-hewn pine scattered wit
