Chapter 11

“Thanks. I’m going nuts not being able to get online with my phone.” Alec stepped out of the way to give him room to enter, his eyes averted the whole time. “Any word from my dad yet?”

“No, that’s why Martin wants you to have access to your e-mail.”

Alec’s room was the guest version of his. A four-poster, queen-sized bed covered in a thick burgundy comforter sat between the tall windows overlooking the backyard, with matching mahogany nightstands flanking the sides. The tallboy and dresser had been handcrafted over a century ago by Rowan’s family, just like much of the furniture in the house, but the desk was a modern creation, not quite as sturdy but built to make it easy to use electronics on it. The only difference between their rooms was the touches Rowan had added to his over the years, like his favorite paintings and the electric keyboard Martin gave him on his last birthday.