It was pouring rain outside, and he sat on his couch, watching the sheets of water cascade down his windows. The harbor was fogged in. He couldn’t see any boats. Even without Fleur’s belongings inside, the place was still a depressing reminder of the old life he was trying to forget. The phone rang and he jumped. Ashley, was his first hopeful thought. “My name is Gin Sanders,” said the husky, smoke-filled voice of the woman on the other end. “Ashley LaValley gave me your phone number.” “Okay,” he said, not sure what to think. “Is this Aidan Lowe?” Not Dr. Aidan Lowe, but Aidan Lowe. He smiled. “Yes. Who is this?” “I’m a real estate agent.” He put his hand to his head. Was Ashley trying to get rid of him now? The real estate agent—Gin—cleared her throat.
