Brandy said, showing the sheriff into her grandfather’s room. “It’s all just the way it was the last time you were here.” She still hadn’t made the decision between Goodwill and the church. “Take your time.” He nodded. “Thanks.” And then he walked into the room and started moving around boxes, peering inside. Jez yapped at Brandy’s feet and she spent the next fifteen minutes feeding the small dog as well as the handful of strays around the house. She’d just finished scooping some rabbit food when she heard the deep male voice behind her. “I hate to bother you, but is Jenna home?” Brandy turned to see blond-haired, blue-eyed Jase standing in the kitchen doorway, a Tupperware container in his hands, a worried look on his face. “I don’t mean to barge in, but I just had to see for myself that she’s feeling better. We were supposed to go to the annual dry-cleaner awards banquet tonight. I’m getting the award for best creases in the county.” “That’s great.”
