A Sinclair Homecoming (The Sinclairs Of Alaska) - Plot & Excerpts
It’s not even spring yet,” Remy said, idly picking through the clothes hanging in the large walk-in closet of Morgan’s bedroom. “And am I on the clock? If not I’ve got better things to do with my time unless you’re going to share what’s going on in that cuckoo brain of yours.” Morgan exhaled a short breath and shot Remy a look that said keep working but said, “Yes, you’re on the clock.” “Mmm-hmm. So what are we doing here, looking through David’s dusty drawers? You should’ve unloaded these ancient threads three years ago.” Yes, she should’ve. But when it had come time to throw it all out, she’d hesitated. If she were truly grieving, would she be in such a hurry to get rid of his things? She hadn’t wanted to seem anything but the grieving widow and thus, the clothes had remained as David had left them—perfectly organized by color and type—as if he were going to walk through the door at any minute.
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