Chapter Seven
Ellie’s chill went to her bones and she wrapped her comforter tightly around her. “What do you mean?”
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. I just don’t find it a coincidence that I got that letter from your grandfather, and, around the same time, you see me in your dreams.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “What I don’t get is how your grandfather knew me, and why he would leave me a house.”
“And not tell me about it,” she added. “Considering his will said he’d left it to me.”
Zach nodded. “Precisely.” He shook his head again. “And I thought I’d really seen it all.
Ellie chuckled, hearing the nervousness in her voice. She glanced around the room, at the bed posters, crocheted bedspread, antique dresser and the lace curtains filtering the early sprin
