Chapter Twenty-Five
Blake threw his weight against the weathered old door. On the second try, the swollen wood gave way to a dark, musty interior. He shined the flashlight around the small space. Except for a fine covering of dust, the room appeared clean and tidy, and Maddie caught glimpses of a large stone fireplace similar to the hearth in the Big House.
She’d been surprised when he’d suggested coming to the homestead instead of hitting the Trading Post. But now that they were here, away from the prying eyes of family and friends, she felt like she could breathe a little easier, be a little more free. Now that they were… whateveritwas… she found herself appreciating more and more the time they spent alone.
“Is there a light in here?”
He stepped into the space, flashing the light bac
