Mindful to take off his coat and rain hat in the doorway, Ethan took a few minutes before moving into the house proper. Rosie would murder him if he dripped everywhere. The walk back to the house had tired him, made his movements slow and sluggish. Now, out of the cold, the few feet to his room appeared to be a mile. As he leaned on the inside of the door to his room, he pushed it shut, and closed his eyes.
Damn it. Despite Richard’s plea, he should pack up and go that evening. Wouldn’t be like skipping out under cover of night. He’d be following Ruby Gardener’s orders, that was all.
The temptation might have proven too great if not for two things. First, being the need to sort through his father’s things. Gaze drifting over the boxes in the room, a single thought plagued his mind—this w
