Chapter Sixteen
Bringing Molly here to his house, which was set alone on a hilltop, probably wasn’t a very good idea. But regaining her trust had become important to him, more important than he had realized until he stood watching her wondrous gaze soak in every detail of his hallway. From there she went into the kitchen, which had an open plan dining area and sliding glass doors on the back wall that led to a wide deck. She turned three hundred and sixty degrees, a couple of times, absorbing the environment.
“This place is amazing.”
“I know,” he said, and went to the fridge.
“What a view.”
When they entered, she’d shown no interest in the stairway in the hall that led up. Nor had she proceeded through the wide arch to the right of the kitchen, which would take her to the lounge. The
