Three hours later, Samara turned onto the gravel driveway in front of the garage. She wiggled her nose when she saw all of her brothers’ trucks parked out front. There was only one reason they would all be there at this time of the day—they were planning on ganging up on her.
She had expected that. Her talk with Mason an hour ago went better than she could have hoped. Mason was allowing her to live in the apartment above the barn. Instead of Samara paying rent, he said that her presence would be doing him a favor. It would be good to have the space lived in, he said. His only hesitation was her timeline. He wanted her to wait a few weeks. It wasn’t hard to deduce what he really meant—wait until Adalard was gone.
She had pressed home the fact that it made sense that she should move in soo
