Chapter Twelve
Like a caged lion, Faith paced, back and forth, back and forth. For a moment, she had an idea what an expectant father must feel. She was in the small room created for people like her in the warehouse that was Jack’s Antiques and Auction in Boulder, a gorgeous town at the foothills of the Rockies that was the home of the prestigious Colorado University, or CU, as it was more widely known.
The room was the size of a small bedroom with comfortable couches, a self-help coffee bar, and a little refrigerator filled with bottles of water and cans of soda. She tapped one such water bottle against her thigh as she paced. A flat-screen TV was mounted to the wall with closed-circuit video playing of the auction in the main warehouse area. She was able to forgive Jack Tejon when he w
