Andy had shed his jacket and tie. There was a misty rain falling, and the daylight was fading from the gray skies as he leaned against his bedroom window. The night was turning colder, and Andy couldn’t fathom how Laura had spent two nights in her car. She still didn’t have a home. Jed and Diana couldn’t let her stay forever. They didn’t have room, and those cabins beside the house still hadn’t been winterized and were only used in the summer months when booked by the summer riders that Jed took out on pack trips.
A soft knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he shouted.
He didn’t look to see who was there, but he sensed her, smelled her as she approached.
“You ran out on me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Andy lifted a lock of her silky brown hair.
