Chapter 19

Hunter began exploring the rest of the house: the kitchen, dining room, mudroom, all five bedrooms upstairs, the warren of tiny rooms on the third floor that must have been, at one time, servants’ quarters.

And never once did he feel he was alone. But every time he cast a glance behind him, there was never anyone there. What else would he expect?

He tried to ignore what he attributed to nerves as he stood in the largest bedroom on the second floor. It was lovely, with a polished plank floor, fieldstone fireplace, beamed ceiling, and the walls painted a cream color that was almost yellow. He imagined a big sleigh bed in here. There would be room for a sitting area as well, with bookcases. He could see himself reading before bed with a fire in the fireplace. The image did a lot to dispel the eerie feeling he had of being watched.