CHAPTER 4
Layken had worked into the wee hours of the morning sorting, straightening, and cleaning. It helped to keep his hands busy. Lord knew his mind was awhirl. Of all the scenarios he could have imagined, none rivaled what was about to occur.
As the sun peeked over the horizon, he boiled coffee and scrambled eggs, then carried his breakfast outside to soak up the silence. He dropped into a cane-bottom chair next to the wall, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
Being an only child, he’d learned early in life to enjoy solitude.
He contemplated his future wife as he ate. She was also an only child. No doubt, she too valued silence.
He’d make damn sure she had plenty of that.
The day was setting itself up to be another scorcher. He scanned the tree line as far as his eye c
