Zach watched Ellie’s face expectantly as they waited for Peter MacFarland to retrieve the letter from his locked cabinet. The way her foot tapped absently against the leg of the chair and the strained look in her blue eyes clearly conveyed how nervous she was about what her grandfather might say. He fought to suppress the emotions she had inspired in him in the past couple of days. She didn’t need that kind of pressure, but he had to admit to himself, he’d fallen. Hard. Whatever bug it was that bit a person to give them the fever of love had grabbed a hold of him and taken out a big chunk of flesh. He reached out and gently squeezed her hand. She smiled in response although worry continued to saturate her eyes.
The elderly lawyer looked to Zach old enough to have been one of the Founding
