“Ian, I’ve been waiting for you” Abigail said as she opened the door.
He glanced around the rectory as he entered. “I expected your housekeeper.”
“She went to the bakery,” Abigail said. She wore a light gray dress, billowing to the floor, which accented her green eyes and the twinkle housed within them. “But she’ll be back any minute.”
As Ian came in, he considered his father’s words of warning, that he should assume someone was listening. “And the minister?”
“He’s gone for the day,” she said as she led him into the parlor and sat down. “He went somewhere with Duncan.”
He sat beside her and leaned close. “You said you would help me,” he said softly. He left his request vague, like his father suggested.
She studied him closely, almost as if she was undecided. But then she spoke. “You
