Chapter 23Janet turned into her driveway and parked in the turnaround. Andy was looking out the window from his passenger seat. For a moment, he didn't move, just stared at the budding hawthorn. Finally, he turned and smiled, but it wasn't a sincere smile. She reached over and gripped his hand. “It'll be all right.”
He shrugged. Opened the door. “You sure about me staying the night? I don't want to put you out.”
“Of course.” She led him up the stone path to the porch and let him inside. “Why don't you wash up? You remember where the guest room is?”
“I think so,” he said, loosening his tie.
“And get out of that suit.”
He eyed her sidelong. “Where's Megan?”
Janet chuckled. “Up north.”
Andy slipped his suit jacket off and flipped it over his shoulder. As he shuffled down the hall, she
