Chapter 6

“And you think I’d leave quietly? That I wouldn’t visit the biggest gossips in Mercerville and drop a few words in their ears about what was really behind Josh Bennett getting beaten and who he was protecting?”

Uncle John looked ill, his formerly flushed face now a sickly white. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, woman, but fine. But I won’t have him shame me by bringing any queers to my house.” His gaze narrowed. “And he’ll attend church every Sunday and Wednesday. I don’t want it getting around my sister’s son is a heathen. Elvira’s put you up in your old bedroom.”

“Fine. And Dante?”

“I don’t have room for him in the house. He can sleep in the shed.”

“On the contrary. He’ll share my room. It always had twin beds. Dante, if you’ll get our luggage?”

Uncle John growled and stalked away.

I stooped to pick up the suitcases, then paused. “Mum, are you surprised?”

“Not in the least. My brother always was an ass.”