Chapter 5Though Rafe abandoned him as soon as they got to the restaurant, Sullivan didn’t have time to worry about it. Maria put him to work right away, sending him behind the building to work on splitting and stacking the firewood that had apparently been delivered that morning. He had no experience with an axe, but it only took a handful of swings to find a rhythm. His shirt came off in less than half an hour. As his only spare, he didn’t want it soaked in sweat unnecessarily.
Rafe never came out. He tried not to be disappointed. They’d spent some time together that morning after Rafe had returned with jeans that, if they didn’t exactly fit him perfectly, made him look like anybody else in Chadwick when he put them on. Well, almost. His head still gave him away. When he’d caught his ref
