CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Janelle fixed her stepson with a beady eye. “You’ve been quiet this whole day. Not moody, just quiet. What’s up?”
Satchel grinned at her. “I’m just overdosed on your incredible food.”
Janelle snorted. “Yeah, yeah, try to distract me, but you have something on your mind. Come on. Your pa’s asleep and I won’t tell.”
They both looked over at the sleeping figure of Patrick, snoring gently in his favorite armchair and Satchel laughed. “I see my future and it looks… relaxing.”
“Hmmph. You need a woman in your life. Oh…” Janelle’s eyes searched his. “I saw that little flicker in your eyes. You met someone?”
Satchel sighed. He hadn’t talked to anyone about Winter Mai yet, and he was almost desperate to. Janelle had been at his side in the aftermath of the shooting and knew w
