30: In Antiquity

Surrounded by the heady woody scent of him coming off Andrew’s jacket about her shoulders, Evelyn could scarcely bring herself to consider what the stranger seeking Charlotte had said. There was no way Andrew would hurt her—at least not purposefully. He took more precautions for her safety than she did, though perhaps that was more the strong possessiveness he had than a concern for her well-being. Regardless, he was vigilant looking after her and that didn’t indicate any malign intent to do harm. His warm hand wrapped hers as he led her along the walkway towards their bungalow, watchful eyes scanning their darkened surroundings.

Then there was the other matter.

Evelyn had known Russell James for years—there was no way the man was holding his wife prisoner. The simple fact that Charlotte had appeared and gone at the Trust—unscheduled and often to Mr. James’ surprise—confirme