6 Chapter 6

The screen door opened again, and Colette entered first, chattering away about the s’mores and sleepover as her mother followed her into the house. Adam’s eyes widened. Sasha Emerson was the last person he would have ever imagined living in such a podunk town. Nearly as tall as her husband, she had glossy black hair, parted down the middle and tucked behind her ears, highlighting the Eastern angles of her face. Mixed heritage, Adam realized. Her features were softened just enough by European genes to make her the most exotic woman he had ever met.

“Go get me a bottle of water,” she instructed Colette, tugging lightly on her daughter’s ponytail. “And tell Gram I’ve got another case in my trunk for her so she doesn’t give you a hard time about taking one.”