Chapter 47
“I know you said you spent quite a bit of time here when Marcus was still around. Do you really like the town?”
Francis shrugged. “I like the people. The town isn’t half bad. And if you have wheels, you can drive to a bigger city in no time.”
“Shit,” Kaos said, remembering he had promised Christa that he’d go over. Francis raised a brow at him, but because Kaos could see Padraig putting away groceries in the kitchen, he asked, “Padraig? Do you think my car will make it to Mercer tomorrow?”
Padraig glanced at him and frowned. “No snow chains, right? So probably not. I can take you, though.”
“But it’s clinic day.”
“Yes, but half an hour there and half back is nothing. I’d rather have you safe,” Padraig said, ducking his head a bit.
Francis piped up. “For the record, I’m going to be here, sitting next to the fireplace and drinking tea all day. I saw the new selection of tea in the cupboard—very nice, Kaos.”
“How did you know it was me?”