Chapter Twenty-seven
Ogden slowed as they neared the gate to Faith and Wyatt’s property. Faith leaned forward a bit, peering through the windshield. “What is that?”
Bringing his truck to a stop, Ogden pulled the brake and hopped out. He hurried over to it in his Ogden way, The-Flash-level quick for him but ambling for someone else. It made Faith smile. He grabbed the large white bundle and made his way back to the truck, climbing in with a whoosh of cold air.
“Polar bear?” he asked, handing her the fluffy white stuffed animal.
She took it, unable to stop the smile at the soft, furry little guy, which was of a very huggable size. “Very cute. Why was it there?” Faith asked, noting the slow progress of the gate swinging open.
“Wait until you see the house,” Ogden said, sparing her a glan
