DESPITE Reas's assurance, Lauren was still a bundle of nerves. The closer they got to the front door, the louder and faster his heart beat. Once they actually stepped inside, he felt like his heart might just give out. The only thing keeping him calm was the warm, steady feel of Reas's hand holding his.
He looked around as they stepped inside. The house felt lived in. A comfortable looking sofa took up much of the living area, its cushions softened from years of use. The walls were covered with framed photos of family and landscapes. A wooden shelf held rows of books and a collection of small carved figures. The air carried a pleasant smell of herbs and something sweet from the kitchen. From another room, he could hear the gentle sound of music playing.
"Come on," Reas said as he gave Lauren's hand a gentle tug. "They're probably in the dining area right now."
