Chapter Forty-Seven
Sax looked up from the well-read 1992 issue of Cosmo as Bryce shuffled into the living room, his slippers scuffing over the hardwood floor. The article on hairstyles of the rich and famous fascinated her.
Bryce sat down heavily in his father’s chair. Wally had left a while ago to join Elizabeth and Cinnamon on the sundeck. Maggie was out on the deck already, setting a coffee pot and mug laden tray on the round wood table.
Bryce’s eyes were sunken and dull, his strong jaw dark with stubble, giving him the rough and ready appearance of an Indiana Jones-type adventurer.
They were alone. She swallowed hard. It was the first time they’d been alone in a while and for some reason she was nervous.
Sax closed the magazine and set it on the rattan side table next to the
