By the time the hot chocolate was steaming in a mug Laurie had taken from a cabinet, Wheat had their bed on the sofa made up and was sitting on it, his head resting on a pillow he’d propped up against the back of the sofa.
“Thank you,” he said as he accepted the mug.
“You’re welcome.” Since Wheat had taken off his hiking boots, Laurie unlaced his work boots and made himself comfortable beside him. “Once we’ve taken care of your folks, do you still want to head for Vermont?”
“I don’t know. Would you mind if we waited to see if it’s worthwhile to stay here for a while?”
“Whatever you say.”
But apparently Wheat hadn’t heard him, because he continued giving Laurie reasons why it would be a good idea to remain where they were. “If we can get some fuel for the generator, we should do okay h
