They’d seen nobody in the Cabin Community and didn’t pass anyone on the short five-minute drive down to town.
“What are your brother’s and sister’s names again?” Jeri asked, and Sawyer wondered if he’d told her last night or not. Honestly, since she’d walked in his cabin like she owned it, his thoughts had been scattered at best.
“James and Rosie.”
“James and Rosie,” she repeated. “That’s right. Rosie’s married with a couple of kids.”
“Right,” he said. “Both boys. “Ambrose and Oliver.” He cut a glance at her to see how she felt about the names. “She has a bit of a fetish with all things England.”
“Hey,” Jeri said with a shrug. “To each her own.”
“What do you like?” he asked, hoping it really was okay to get to know her tonight. His mother wouldn’t ask too many embarrassing questions,
