Chapter Four
“Matthew!” Elise called from the front of the hall.
“Coming.”
Noel waited anxiously by her side, absently taking in the décor around him that he had seen dozens of times on his night time journeys through the minds of this woman and her son.
He scanned the framed pictures of Matthew Colby from birth up until his last birthday lining the hall, the assortment of statuettes placed around the room, an abandoned knitting project on one table, small fingerprints scattered over the plain white walls.
The familiar scenery in the room that spoke of a warm family life did not hold his attention long as his senses were drawn back to the woman beside him. Elise Colby frustrated him, yet she intrigued him at the same time.
On a purely male level he admired the way the cotton of her s
