CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE to reach Heathcliffe?” Angie asked when she came in to warm her hands. Alastair’s honey had been shoveling the sidewalk. Her long dark hair was pulled back and tucked under a knit cap, her heart-shaped face rosy from the cold.
Alf and Pleasance, Clovis, Godric and Dini, and Alastair and Angie were holed up at the Honeybun homestead while their parents stayed with Edric and Bella to help with the baby.
Warwicke and Fabiana were in the Bahamas on vacation.
“No. The storm is disrupting cell service. Nobody’s answering at the main house either.” Clovis frowned, his blue-grey eyes narrowing. He swiped a hand through his reddish-blond military style buzz. “I don’t like it, bro. He called us for help.”
Godric scratched the ever-present dark red stubble on
