I arrived at Trenton’s place at seven the next morning. In the early morning light, I could tell that the house and land surrounding it needed a lot of work. It was the shabbiest property in the area. Not a problem, though. I was more than up for the challenge.
Before I could knock on the door, it opened.
“You’re here,” Trenton said, a shy smile on his face.
I smiled back. “I am. Good morning. May I come in?” He stepped back quickly, and I walked past him into the foyer.
“Hungry? I made lots for breakfast, figuring we’d need all the help we could get for…whatever needs to be done.” He hurried into the kitchen, and I followed at a more sedate pace.
“This all smells great. Thanks.” I sat at the table and drank tea while I watched him serve up plates of pancakes with a side of scrambled
