clapboard house on Grant Lane, just two blocks east of Middleton's town

square, where Tom's jail was located. Three stone steps led up to the

front door, and there were recently painted black wicker chairs on the

porch. Two large black flower pots filled with pink and red summer

flowers flanked the top step. Tendrils of ivy trailed down the

sides.

The house, though small, was charming.

It was dark out, but Cole still insisted on going around to the back

door. He carried Caleb in one arm and half dragged Jessica with his

free hand.

'I'm sure they've gone up to bed. It's late.'

'It isn't that late, ' he argued. 'And they wouldn't have left all the

lights on if they'd gone to bed. Come on, Jessie. We have to do

this.' She pulled on his arm as he tried to lead her forward on the

cobblestone path.

'If I don't like these people, I'm not leaving Caleb with them.

Agreed? ' He held on to his patience. 'We've been over this. I

agreed two hours ago, remember? ' 'I just didn't want you to forget.

' He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. 'It's going to be

all right, just like I promised.' He was just about to knock on the

back door when she asked him to wait a moment. Then she reached up and

threaded her fingers like a comb through Caleb's hair. The baby

promptly dodged her hand.

'You ready? ' She took a deep breath. 'Yes, ' she answered. 'I hope

we aren't disturbing them. It's late, ' she stubbornly added once

again.

The Nortons were thrilled to have company and weren't at all put out.

Josey had just finished the supper dishes when Cole knocked on her back

door, and Tom Norton was still sitting at the table, having his second

cup of coffee.

Cole had to gently nudge Jessica to go inside as he followed with Caleb

into the brightly painted kitchen.

Josey was already making over the baby, who was overcome with a sudden

bout of shyness and tucked his face into the crook of Cole's neck.

'My, he's a handsome boy, and just look at those curls, Tom. I didn't

know you had a family, Cole, and this pretty lady must be your wife.

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