The next morning, Chris pulled up in front of Jenny’s house. He climbed out, grabbed his bags from the back seat. He straightened up, saw Mrs. Patterson in her window, avidly watching him. He waved at her, and she actually waved back this time.
Huh. Maybe she’s welcoming me to the neighborhood?
Jenny had been sitting in her living room for hours, watching for him. She had woken up at five o’clock, scared to death at the idea that in about four hours, a man was moving into her home. A huge, strong man, a man who had been trained as a Ranger, a dangerous, violent man. A man who also just happened to be the only man in six years who didn’t terrify her.
She’d changed her mind a hundred times that morning. She thought about calling Chris, telling him thank you but let’s just forget the whole
