Megan dropped Jamie off at his aunt’s just before nine that night. Moving Dillon into that pigsty Heath called an apartment had been an experience, but it hadn’t taken as long as Jamie would have thought, even without Brandon’s help, since the sheriff had been called back to his office.
One thing that saved time was not having to move any of Heath’s stuff out of the drawers and closets to make room for Dillon’s things. Most of Heath’s clothes and other possessions were already on the floor.
Still shaking his head over the shape of Dillon’s new home, and remembering Megan’s comment that she knew self-respecting gutter rats that wouldn’t live in that place, Jamie went into the house.
He found Aunt Sadie in the kitchen, still dressed in her day clothes and nursing a cup of hot chocolate.
