Chapter 5Greg
He’d barely stepped inside the cottage and closed the door when his doorbell rang. One glance at the clock on the mantle showed it was 7 PM and he smiled. He liked that Caleb was punctual. To the second, it seemed. He opened the door and his smile spread across his face. Caleb was adorable, in a cheery red parka, his neck wrapped in a red and green scarf, with matching knit gloves. A light snow had been falling since around five P.M. and the snowflakes on his lashes only made his emerald green eyes shine.
“Come in,” he offered, opening the door wider so Caleb could step through. “I don’t want you to catch a chill!”
Caleb stepped inside and turned back to Greg. In his outstretched hand, he held another scarf. “I noticed earlier you didn’t have one. Can’t let the man taking
