Chapter 15: Where Did You Come From, Jenny?

In his study, Cole poured himself a bourbon and took a sip, savoring the burn as the liquid rolled down the inside of his chest. Jenny had gone to bed shortly after they’d returned from the barn. He had a few things to take care of, but he also felt restless.

He sipped again and exhaled with relief. Thank God, she’s not a minor.

The worry had been swirling through his mind since he’d considered the fact that if she were under the age of eighteen, he would be guilty of concealing a minor. The idea of calling Beth nagged at him anyway. She’d know how to handle the issue of someone chasing after Jenny.

Then there was the brand, which he couldn’t un-see. Maybe he could ask Jenny about it. Quickly, he discarded the idea. Over the last twenty-four hours or so, he’d gained a bit of trust, but that was a huge leap. She didn’t realize he’d seen it, either.

He sighed deeply. That was a topic for another day.