Chapter Twenty
Elizabeth pulled the blanket over her shoulders. She was warm and comfortable, and the smell of mint reminded her of Ian, which made her feel safe.
“Lizzie, you need to wake up.”
She sighed softly. “Five more minutes.” She smiled when Ian laughed.
“I thought you wanted to read.”
She took a deep breath and pushed herself upright when someone knocked on the door.
Ian glanced toward the door. “Come in.”
The door opened, and a young boy with wavy brown hair and large black eyes stepped in. The boy’s brows rose when he saw Lizzie on the loveseat. His gaze dropped to the floor, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “Nelson says he would like to see you and Elizabeth.”
“Now?” Ian asked, and the young boy nodded.
“We’ll be right there.”
The boy looked over at her again
