CHAPTER 37
KATRINA WOKE UP LESS than half an hour later. Was that someone knocking?
She’d taken off most of her clothes and did her best to ignore the cold while she threw on a pair of leggings and one of Greg’s sweatshirts.
The pounding on the door persisted. Another disadvantage of living in the parsonage since parishioners thought they had an open invitation to swing by anytime, night or day. Oh, well. It’s not like two o’clock in the afternoon was an unreasonable time for a visit.
Certain she must look as groggy and unkempt as she felt, she ignored her reflection in the bedroom mirror and hurried to meet her visitor. Hoping it wasn’t somebody here to complain that Greg hadn’t shoveled the snow yet, she made sure to have a ready excuse just in case and opened the door.
“Mrs. Porter
