Megan found him in his bedroom. “Cindy wanted me to tell you to call her if you needed anything.”
He smiled. “Thanks. Sometimes I think she’s having a difficult time letting go. When they lived in town, I relied on them a lot. Even after all these years.”
“That’s understandable, I guess.”
Megan remained by the door, and he realized she was waiting for an invitation to enter. He’d been somewhat protective of his bedroom. It was his space. The only time she’d come in without waiting for permission was when he was sick. Even then, Megan had been cautious. She’d brought him food and medicine, and she would retrieve items from his bathroom when he needed them, but that was all. Paul realized that if whatever this was between them had any hope of working, he was going to have to let her in. N
