Wickingham Way (A Harbour Falls Mystery #3) by S.R. Grey Read Free Book Online

in seclusion won’t be so bad , after all.
    “I’d like to get cleaned up first.” I smiled coyly. “But I can be really quick.”
    Adam chuckled and glanced down at the bag he’d just carried in. “This suitcase is yours. It feels pretty heavy, so it probably has enough of the stuff you’ll need to get ready in it.” He hoisted the large piece of luggage up with ease and headed to the stairs. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you the bedroom we’ll be staying in while we’re here. There’s an adjoined bathroom. You can freshen up in there.”
    Once we were upstairs and in the master bedroom, Adam plopped the bag down in the middle of a large king-sized bed. A bed I was sure we’d soon christen.
    With that thought in mind, I smiled at Adam. “This room is perfect.”
    The room was quite nice, having the same rustic feel as the rest of the cabin. The walls were cedar, the colors complementary. But what I loved was that instead of large photographs on the walls, like downstairs, there were bookcases built right into the walls. And they spanned from floor to ceiling. Better still, the shelves were overflowing with novels.
    Adam watched as I made a beeline to the bookcases. “Ah, I knew you’d check those out first thing. That’s why I was sure this particular bedroom would be the best.”
    “Thank you.” I turned to Adam and smiled in gratitude. Then I returned my attention to the books.
    As I skimmed my fingertips along the spines, I noted Adam certainly had an eclectic mix of titles—timeless classics, modern-day literature, books of poetry, nonfiction titles.
    “Wow,” I whispered.
    To say I was impressed would have been an understatement.
    Adam strode over to where I stood and diverted my attention from the books with a lingering kiss to my cheek. After he quietly informed me he was going back downstairs to get the fire started, I replied, “Sure, great. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
    Adam left, and I spent a moment more with the books, before stepping back over to the big bed and opening the suitcase Adam had placed on the covers. I rummaged through all the clothes I’d brought, unsure of what to change into.
    Ultimately, I decided on a simple long-sleeved tee and a fresh pair of jeans. Adam was dressed comfortably in jeans and a knit pullover, so my choice of outfit seemed appropriate.
    While I showered, I thought about how this stay at the cabin might unfold. I liked the idea of having Adam all to myself. Back in Harbour Falls—and on Fade Island, even—Adam was often pulled away by business. Not that there wouldn’t be work for him to attend to here—the Wickingham Way project remained his top priority—but at least no extraneous works concerns would intrude on my time with him. Except for Erin, who, I’d been informed on the way to the safe house, would be visiting us like clockwork every Friday.
    Adam had brought a laptop and a tablet to work on, but we’d have no Internet service and no cell service either. Too easy to track, Adam had told me when I’d asked why we’d be living without these seeming necessities during our stay out in the woods.
    Our only outside contact would be with Erin, through her weekly visits. Adam planned to work on the Wickingham Way project daily, and then upload his files to a flash drive, which Agent Lenehan would pick up every Friday.
    I’d brought my own laptop so I could work on my novel, but Adam had made it clear I was not to communicate with anyone. Not even Katie, my agent and best friend out in California. Well, with no cell and no Internet, I couldn’t contact her even if I wanted.
    Not that I really even did. I was content with this arrangement. Adam told me before we’d left Harbour Falls that there were board games in the cabin.
    “We can play some of those old games,” Adam had said. “And when we tire of board games, there are tons of novels to read.”
    Well, I hadn’t seen the games yet, but Adam sure hadn’t been kidding