Chapter 14
The rain hadn’t let up for several hours. The storm still ruled the night, especially in the dark, quiet house of Loren’s that Merrick sat in. His gaze was out the front dining room window, but his thoughts were on the people in the house. It was past two o’clock, but he doubted anyone was sleeping. Thurman was still pissed after Wyatt had accused him of setting them up. Wyatt seemed to be angry at everyone. Rhonda was troubled because of Wyatt’s mood and Grant’s reaction to the night. Grant was in the other room, on the sofas he and Merrick had made into a bed earlier, but Merrick knew he wasn’t sleeping by all the tossing and turning mixed with heavy sighs every so often.
Tonight had been bad, but it could’ve been much worse, and that seemed to bother them all.
Merrick sat
