Chapter Twenty-Nine
The gentle sounds of guitar strings coupled with brilliant sunlight, woke Sterling a few hours later. Kate sat on a low chair across from the couch, humming and scratching a pencil across paper. She glanced across when he stirred, catching his eye. The lines on her face gave away her weariness. Her exhaustion. She gave him a small smile. “Morning. Coffee?”
He raised a hand. “Don’t trouble yourself. I’ll grab some.”
“Cash is in the kitchen.”
Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he stood, following his nose to the coffee pot. Cash handed him a steaming mug. “So I take it this isn’t a social call?”
“Nope.”
Cash pushed off the counter and stalked out of the kitchen. “Let’s get this over with then.”
Sterling followed him and settled himself back on the couch, taking in
