Chapter Three
Satchel Rose sighed as someone knocked at his study door. He’d hoped not to be interrupted for the morning, so he could indulge in his favorite task: designing buildings. He’d gotten a couple of hours of drawing and planning done, but now his assistant was interrupting his flow, and he knew he wouldn’t get it back again. “Come in.”
Molly stuck her head around the door, an apologetic expression on her sweet face. “I’m sorry, Satch. I wouldn’t interrupt, but your father called again. Wanted to get your yes or no for Thanksgiving, and he insisted I come ask you. I think he’s worried you won’t turn up and referee.”
Satchel smiled despite himself. His father, Patrick, was a loving but weak-willed man who was terrified of his new wife, Janelle. Satchel, on the other hand, adored
