Chapter 5

“We’re here.” Jefferson stopped outside his modest cottage. It was a small, single-story home. It was cozy, built for a bachelor, not for a family. The large trees that provided shade in the spring and fruit in the late summer were now barren, long, skeletal fingers tapping against his roof. He pushed the door open, sighing with relief at the sudden rush of warm air.

Micah stepped into the foyer, his inquisitive gaze taking it all in as he distractedly unbuttoned his coat. In spite of the fact that he knew Micah’s family meant he was most likely accustomed to far more luxurious accommodations, he saw nothing but appreciation in his eyes. He didn’t comment on the rug that was just starting to show its age, or the small but serviceable sideboard Jefferson used as a catch-all near the front door. He merely followed Jefferson into the sitting room and settled comfortably in the chaise lounge, as if he’d done so every night of his life.

“Is it just you here?”

“Yes. Brandy?”