Chapter 6
Whorls of steam rose before Hunter’s eyes as he sat and soaked in the old claw-foot bathtub. He sunk down into the water, heated almost to scalding. On the counter he had lit several candles and placed his iPod in its player. Strains of a violin concerto played by Joshua Bell helped soothe Hunter’s troubled thoughts. As the water, dim light, and music relaxed him, he began to dismiss the apprehension and fear over his visit to Beaumont House, attributing them to nerves, too much excitement, and too much trauma.
It made sense, didn’t it?
Hunter so wanted to believe it.
Ian had been amiable during their ride home, where he made good on his promise to stop and buy some real Wisconsin cheddar. Curiously enough he never once mentioned their visit to Beaumont House. Perhaps he coul
