CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Franklin locked the door, gave it an automatic check before he waved to Harty, and mounted his bike.
As he kicked over the engine and pulled on his helmet, his gut flipped. He’d had few girlfriends since divorcing Donna and none live-in. It’d been a long time since someone apart from his daughter waited at home for his return. But tonight, Georgie did.
He laughed, a strange chortled noise inside his helmet.
A truck rumbled past, then the roadway dropped into quietness so different to what Georgie was used to because Richmond was never still or silent. A few minutes later, her ears pricked at a sound that grew into a distinctive roar. Near the cottage, the vehicle geared down into a growl.
Her chest burned with adrenaline as her insecurities came to a boil.
Georgie’s
