His parents lived less than a hundred miles from where they were. He hoped he could keep the promise he’d made to his uncle and go see them. The notion of bringing Rain to meet his folks appealed to him. In fact, it was such a normal thing he didn’t know how his mother would react. He’d never brought a woman home to meet them. Will drove down the long, private road and pulled to a stop in front of his place. Whitewashed with black trim, it was small but not neglected. He paid a caretaker to come in and keep the place up and it looked as if his money was well spent. The grass was mowed and the shrubs trimmed. At least on the outside the house looked neat. Donnelly was still out. Will went around the car, let Yas out and tossed their prisoner over his shoulder. Jess went ahead and used the key he kept in a planter to open the door. The inside was also neat with only a thin layer of dust. Rain looked around, running her hands along the dining table and peering in the small kitchen. Will dropped Donnelly on the couch.
