Chapter 9That evening, a rustling came from outside the front door, then a quiet knock. Not expecting anyone and, not having dressed since stepping out of the shower, Abi wore only a lounging robe. She peeped out from behind the drapes in the foyer. Joe stood at the entrance loaded down with photographic gear. The gray at his temples gleamed under the entry light. He carrying his gear meant only one thing. He planned to spend the night and did not wish to leave his expensive equipment outside in the Range Rover.
“Joe!” She smiled warmly as she opened the door wide. “I didn't expect you till tomorrow.”
He stood still, feigning surprise. “Should I go away and come back in the morning?”
She grabbed him by a sleeve. “Get in here.”
He dropped the gear in the foyer then went to retrieve anot
