Chapter 18Morning woke Jesse in a blaze of bright sunlight. It filtered through the small hotel room window with an intensity he'd almost forgotten during his years in the mountains. Home. He hoped Addie would like it there. He had a feeling it would be their last address.
Rising, he washed at the basin and dressed in a more formal outfit than his usual jeans and plaid shirt. Today he pulled on a pair of black slacks and a button-up shirt, with a bolo tie. Then he crossed the hallway, his boots echoing on the wood of the floors, and knocked discreetly on Addie's door.
“Are you decent, sweetheart?” he called. She opened, dressed in a dove gray skirt with a white shirtwaist and her boots.
“Yes, Jesse,” she replied, taking his arm, casting her eyes to the floor. He grinned at her demure ex
