Chapter Thirty-Three
MORGAN SLID OUT of his truck and then reached into the bed for the equipment he needed to renovate Bert’s bathroom. The night was slipping into darkness, stars poking out of their hiding spots as a chill breeze blew, making him zip his jacket a little more.
“Are they meeting you here?” Faith shut the passenger door of the truck and stood, taking in the wooden framework of the home.
“Later. She’s bringing pizza from what she said. There’s a key in a planter that will give us access.” He started walking up the walkway. “You sure you want to watch me install handrails? You could be pulling the lever at a slot machine, losing your husband’s money, instead.”
She laughed as she followed him. “That’s exactly why I’m here and not there. Besides, I get you all alone in a ho
