Chapter Four
“It’s about time you arrived. I was on the verge of thinking you had chickened out,” Tate remarked dryly.
“H-how did you get in?”
“Oh, you know. A little breaking…a little entering.” He smirked.
She rolled her eyes. “Figures. There’s a touch of larceny in you.”
Leia's eyes made a quick sweep of the premises for anyone else who might be lurking in the shadows of the dim room. Only Tate's fine blue eyes gleamed at her from over the rim of his wine glass. With a nurse’s eye for detail she noted the spotless condition of the living room, with its comfortable, over-stuffed furniture and the fire glowing merrily in the hearth of the huge stone fireplace.
He looked as though he had made himself thoroughly at home in the cabin, Leia thought. She hated to admit it but she was qui
