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104 Hide In Plain Sight
the implications of what Andrea had seen. Or thought
she’d seen.
A few days earlier, he might have been tempted to
believe she was making up her tale of a prowler, just to
convince her grandmother to sell. Now, he knew her
better. Andrea wouldn’t do that.
No, he didn’t doubt that she’d seen someone, but was
it beyond belief that the man, whoever he was, wasn’t
Amish? She’d seen a figure in dark clothes, but peering
out into the storm from an upstairs window, she couldn’t
have seen all that much. Maybe her imagination had
taken the prowler’s dark clothing and filled in the rest.
Somehow he didn’t relish the idea of bringing that
up with her.
“Cal?”
He straightened at the sound of Andrea’s voice, dismayed
at the flood of pleasure he felt at the sight of
her. She stood for a moment in a stripe of sunlight at
the barn door.
“Come in. How are you? Nothing else happened, did
it?”
She came toward him, the sneakers she wore making
little sound on the wide planks of the barn floor. In jeans
and a loose denim shirt worn over a white tee, she
almost looked as if she belonged here.
“It was quiet enough,” she said. “I didn’t sleep much,
though. I woke at every creak, and believe me, a house
that old creaks a lot.”
“How about some coffee?” He gestured toward the
pot that sat on a rough shelf against the wall. “It won’t
be as good as Emma’s, but at least it’s hot.”