Reed eyed Cecily’s dark house as he pulled into the drive. “Think Christoff is asleep?”
“He’s either over at Daniel’s or he’s lying in wait to pounce on me for details the moment I walk through the door.” She shot an amused glance his way. “He was always on your side.”
“Good to know.” Reed got out and hurried around to open her door. “Ma’am.”
She took his offered hand. “You Southern boys certainly have pretty manners.”
“Some old-fashioned things are worth retaining.” He kept her hand in his as they walked up to the front porch, not wanting the night to end.
“You want to sit for a little while?”
He smiled, glad they were on the same page. “Sure.”
She led him over to the little glider.
Reed took the seat beside her and ran his hand over the wooden arm of the glider. “I’ve never seen
