Chapter 11 The soft rainfall on the roof and the ticking of the grandfather clock were the only sounds I could hear. I was stretched out on the couch, a thick paperback in my hand, and enjoying the quiet. It was wonderfully peaceful, and I was luxuriating in it. Until I wasn’t anymore. The more I thought about it, the more I started to worry. As nice as the quiet was, it was a little too quiet. Vincent had been banging around for the last week, bitching and muttering, finding things to do, as the forced relaxation really started to get to him. He’d threatened to sign onto another project and start working again. I’d asked him when was the last time he’d actually had vacation, then pointed out that we weren’t going to be able to spend this kind of time together for long. There were only