He stopped and turned to her once again. “I wish you’d let me carry Sammy. He must be heavy.” “You have our bags, and I’m getting used to him.” Anne flicked a bug off of the child’s shoulder as they brushed by rosebushes lining the walk. She wasn’t getting used to him, but dealing with the boy gave her an excuse to keep mum. After demolishing his office and accusing him of striking a woman, Anne was ready to call it quits. Once she found a place for her and the child to stay, she would do her best to avoid the unlucky Mr. Lovelace. The houses they had passed occupied the back half of spacious lots, giving the owners a cool distance from which to judge the pedestrians. The manicured lawns intimidated her. Too perfect. Obviously, she’d never belong in a place like this. “Do you ever think of living in town?” Nicholas asked. Anne shrugged. She’d had a house once—perfect from the outside, but what happened on the inside was nothing like she’d imagined.
