Chapter 9“Laid it on thick, did he?”
Emery and Matthias were seated in chairs on Sherman’s deck, watching the sunset, each with a glass of wine.
Emery glanced at his friend. “Yeah. But you knew that was the plan.”
“I did, yeah. Did you want me to warn you?”
“Would have been nice.”
“I did tell you he wants to get to know you. Like he said at dinner tonight, he’s not going to die tomorrow but he surely doesn’t have that many years left.” Matthias sipped his wine. “Would coming back to live here be so awful?”
“No,” he admitted. “Other than Glad Tidings, there’s really not that much for me in Sutter’s Bay. I haven’t lived there long enough for any lasting relationships. Not even friendships. I am friendly with a few, but I’m not really that established there. And I can’t deny this place
