Against Nick's better judgment, Brad had insisted on staying in his own bed in the ranch house. After dark, Trisha and Nick had walked him down there and changed the security code to a combination only they knew, just in case. The plan was to have Trisha wear the ankle alarm and for Brad's cell to alert if she left the house. Nick would call if he needed him.
Trisha hated the plan, not that they'd listened to her.
After pouring two glasses of Door County wine, she walked from the kitchen into the living room and sat next to Nick on the couch in front of the crackling fire he'd built.
"Wine will help me sleep." She passed him the other glass.
He took it but said nothing.
All the things she'd been wanting to say to him shoved through her mind. Since she didn't know when they'd be alon
