She and Zach went together to the supermarket, then back to the house for lunch and more work on the house. After supper, Ellie stayed in her room, finishing the article she’d been working on before leaving Boston. When she’d finished, she e-mailed her work to the editor of the magazine and called her brother, who she finally told about Zach.
“Ellie, holy s**t! I’m afraid for you. We don’t know this guy! I’m coming up there to stay with you.”
“No, Paul,” she said quickly. “It’s really all right. Zach is …” Her blood heated at an involuntary memory of their lovemaking. “He’s a good guy, actually. You’d like him. He majored in philosophy.”
“Really? That’s wild.”
“Yes, it is.”
“How did Grandpa know this guy?”
Ellie sighed. “That’s what we can’t figure out. And the letter didn’t say eith
