Chapter 24
"Well, the bank or executor or whatever is gonna have their work cut out for them." Sebastian stood beside Laurel as they both took in the sprawling farmhouse with the peeling paint and warped porch steps. The whole thing had an air of sad neglect that probably spoke to the age and infirmity of Josiah Massey. He didn't want to think about what he was going to find in the larger-than-expected barn about fifty yards from the house. Not that it mattered. The property wasn't his problem. His only concern was the horse.
Hunching her shoulders against the cold, Laurel shoved her hands into her pockets and continued to study the house. "Oh, I don't know. The place has good bones. It could be really cute with a fresh coat of paint and some window box planters. Maybe a porch swing. It just needs some TLC."