Drew thought it would be easier to lift Gretchen into his arms and carry her into the house than it was watching her struggle up the five steps to her front door. When she finally made it, she was sweating and her face was an odd shade of gray.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Fine.”
Unable to do more, he entered first and held the door open so she could hop-step inside. “There’re a couple of bags in the hall closet there.” She nodded to a closed door on his left. A living room sat on the right, and she moved in there and collapsed on the couch. “I just need a minute to catch my breath.”
Drew appreciated the scent of lemons and the lived-in but clean appearance of her house.
“Dixie’s room is down the hall on the left. Mine is on the right, but I can pack my own things.”
Nerves wiggled in his c
