CHAPTER FOUR
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NICK COULDN’T SEE AT two feet before his eyes. He looked up and noticed that a gray blanket of clouds covered the night sky. The man thought that the moon must be hiding behind the clouds, and with dismay, he cursed the cold, humid fog that surrounded everything.
The night’s atmosphere matched his mood. The man felt restless, and something bothered him, although he didn’t know precisely what.
The humid air had left wet traces on his exposed skin, and even though it was cold, Nick still had to wipe his brow. Then he rubbed his fingers off his denim pants and groaned. Everything annoyed him that night.
Nick couldn’t wait to go inside and simmer in his favorite armchair set before the fireplace in the salon. His cottage became cold at that time of the year, even dur
