Chapter 69

Garrett tucked the papers into the drawer beneath the counter so no one else could see them. He picked up the tray again and carried it through the hall to the front office. As he walked through, he looked around to make sure everything was tucked in for the night. The sign on the front door facing inside said, “Open, Come on in,” with directions for getting hold of them in the middle of the night, should anyone need a room, facing out. His Chippendale desk was immaculate, ledgers and guest registers put away in their respective drawers. His pride and joy, the desk was both a find and steal at one of the many auctions Garrett and Eron attended during the winter months. With Garrett’s knowledge of furniture and style and Eron’s negotiating skills, they’d furnished their entire bed and breakfast inn with second-hand and antique furniture.