Tempted to Taste
Chapter 1
Ryan Callahan pulled his motorcycle into the driveway of the isolated house and turned off the engine. He made no move to get off the bike. Wasn’t sure he was ready.
So this was the house his father, Jack Callahan, had built before Ryan was even born. It was on a hill, up a private lane. He could see the closest house a few miles away, the lights shining in the windows, but there was no direct neighbor. Which could be good or could be creepy. Ryan wasn’t sure which.
The house hadn’t been occupied for five years when the last renters had moved out. Ryan had been told a neighbor came by once a month to check on it but that it likely would need some work. Probably some paint for the outside, too, he noted, staring at the faded, cracking bright blue paint. It had
