Chapter 3

“This one’s the larger of the two spare bedrooms,” he said, pushing the door open. The morning sun streamed through the window, highlighting the forest green patchwork quilt on the four-poster bed. “Take my word for it. You want this one.”

“It’s very nice,” Zach agreed. “Where’s your room?”

Harvey jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Across the hall. And the bathroom’s just next door.”

“Do you have today off because of Armistice…Veterans Day? Will I have to keep myself entertained tomorrow?”

“I do, but if I ask Ted for a little time, I don’t think he’ll mind. I never take vacation.” He grinned. “Besides, he’s got some stupid idea we’re bona fideheroes. I can probably milk that for a few days.”

“It’s amazing how many people have that perception, isn’t it? I’m glad you can take some time off. I’ve…I’ve missed having you around to talk to.”