Chapter 6Matthias took Emery aside for a moment after they went back into Sherman’s house. Sherman was in the large craftsman kitchen, making a show of opening the wine and getting out holiday emblazoned wineglasses.
“Listen, if you don’t feel comfortable staying here then—”
“I’m sure he’s got comfortable rooms.”
“You know what I mean.”
Emery sighed. His blue eyes sparkled just a bit with the reflection from the flameless Christmas candles Sherman had positioned on the dining room table.
“I have to stay somewhere, right? And I’m guessing my uncle isn’t going to charge me for a room and a tourism fee,” Emery joked.
“Em—”
“I’d feel more comfortable, though, if you’d stay, too. But only if that doesn’t interfere with the arrangement you have with you children.”
“It doesn’t. I don’t ha
