Lily started dinner, but her thoughts kept straying to Allen. She wanted, no needed, to be near him. She fought her feelings for almost thirty minutes before she gave up.
Wiping her hands down the front of her apron, she took it off and hung it over the back of the chair. She missed the feel of Allen’s arms around her. Maybe she could just go in on the pretense of taking him some more coffee.
Grinning at her quick thinking, she poured a cup of coffee and headed out through the dining room. She was standing in the doorway when she saw him lying against the stairs. Lily set the cup down on the table with a cry and rushed to where Allen lay so still. It wasn’t until she was almost to him that she saw his hands were tied to the railing. She stopped suddenly and looked around fearfully.
“Now
