Travis got up again at the sound of the clock chiming the hour. Four o’clock. One hour and forty-nine minutes until the sun dipped below the horizon and the Yule officially began. Still no sign of Niko.
Travis still had more work to get done and, as of right now, could only hope that Niko made good on his promise to be back before twilight. Fingers combing through smoky brown hair, he heaved off the sofa and went to the icebox. Might as well start on supper.
The salmon didn’t take all that long to fillet. He was about to start cutting the skin off the meat when he heard something on the other side of the room. Travis looked over his shoulder. Hoped to find Niko and saw nothing. He shrugged. Chalked it up to the wind and the icicles dripping from the roof. He returned to his task. Heard i
