Chapter 12Cade eyed Tess’s menagerie as he carried her up the stairs. He’d never been up here and was curious about her inner sanctum. Family photos covered the walls, and the farther he went up the stairs, the more personal they got. It was weird. The more intimate the photographs became, the less she was in them. If she was the photographer of the more candid moments, it would explain her perpetual outsider status. Always looking at the experience, never being a part of it.
He stopped at the top of the stairs and saw a picture of all her brothers and sisters. At least he hoped that was all of them. They looked relaxed and…connected.
“That’s my favorite picture.” Her voice whispered across his neck.
“Why?” He studied the picture. It was cool, but it would have been better with her in i
