Chapter 7Although he knew that Gregg couldn’t guarantee to arrive as the timer on his email hit zero, it didn’t stop Euan going to it repeatedly as it moved to just display minutes.
Needing to distract himself, he headed back to the spare bedroom to make sure there was nothing he needed to do. The bed had clean linen, there was a glass jar with some Hershey’s chocolates, Gregg’s favorites, on the bedside table, and he’d laid out some clean towels on the armchair.
The room had a small en-suite bathroom with its own sink, toilet, and shower. Ideal for guests, not that Euan had many. But it meant that if he was called to cover a shift when he had someone staying, they didn’t need to worry about disturbing him.
He glanced at his watch. Thirty minutes. Euan headed back to his kitchen to make
