Pulling into the driveway of the little cottage Carrowyn had given Kelly after her death, Tate killed the engine. Leaning back in his seat, his shirt sticking to his sweaty back, he studied the small house thoughtfully. Wiping away the sweat dripping down his forehead, he slipped out of the truck and made his way to the front door, anxious to get out of the heat.
Once inside, he collapsed on the couch and closed his eyes wearily. Shivering slightly as the cool air enveloped him, he reminded himself he needed to get up and pack. But sitting there for a few more minutes couldn’t hurt. He was in no hurry. Kelly wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest so he had plenty of time.
Opening his eyes again as he thought about heading into the bedroom to take a small nap, he surveye
