Her eyes had changed form at the reference to Texas. “Oh. Well, I hate to be the one to inform you this, Jefferson, but our name this is certainly last is Franklin.”
“I know. It’s Patrick, right?”
“Yes.” The cane dropped since she shifted inside her seat. “How did you will find us?”
“Long story.”
“I do not mind those.” She gestured to the shelves of books behind her.
Jefferson was a lot more of a cliff notes guy, so he attempted to ensure that it it is short as he informed Isabella his tale.
“You poor thing,” she finally said. “So much loss for such a man that is young. That which was your grandmother’s name?”
“Dorothy Paxton, but she went by Charlotte.”
Isabella viewed the ceiling. “Sounds familiar, but Olivia and I never discussed the last much. I’m sorry. But either real means,
