Page 15 of Wild Card

It’s time for me to go.

Chapter Five

Lennox

Each click of Shera’s nails on the wooden stairs makes me freeze as I hold my breath.

This isn’t good.

The house is beautiful, and old, with creaky floorboards.

Every step feels like a landmine.

It’s a slow and arduous process, but luckily, the house is laid out in a pretty cut-and-dry manner.

At least to find my way to the first floor.

I finally make it to the landing, but it’s so quiet that I can hear the soft chuffs of someone breathing in the living room to my left.

Shera takes off in that direction, and I frown.

Shit.

She’s going to wake them up.

I use her distraction to make it to the coat hooks by the door. There’s a massive army green jacket with another note taped to it.

Snatching it down as quietly as possible, I tuck my heels under my arm and open it.

Lennox,

Put this on.

There are two pairs of socks in the right pocket.

Put those on too.

If I had any shoes small enough to fit you, I’d have set those out also, but I’m sure you’d hurt yourself trying to walk back in my size seventeen boots.

Don’t let Shera out.

I’m not joking.

She will try to barrel out the door, then make a game of it when you try to catch her to bring her back inside.

You could just wake me up.

I’ll be happy to drive you back to the bed and breakfast.

Yeah, I didn’t think so, but I had to offer.

Take the sidewalk to the street and make a right. Two blocks down, make a left and the bed and breakfast will be directly in front of you.

Be safe.

If, by some miracle, you remember last night, you know where to find me.

Bear

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