Chapter 58

An hour later, the couple had finished their early morning sex and breakfast. To say that Catherine was satiated was an understatement as she finished her bacon, pancakes and eggs.

Shawn padded across the room on the balls of his feet. His footfalls didn’t make a sound. He’d even learned the creaks of every plank covering the floor for just such an occurrence. Again, old habits.

He reached the doorway and looked around the corner. The inn's corridor was empty, devoid of life or movement of any kind.

The musty, bleached smell of the hallway had evaporated recently, but still, Shawn’s nose went deaf to the scent of old stone, wood, upholstery, and books, cheap soap, antibacterial tissues, and c