I was nervous. Miss Lavinia was renowned throughout the entire Northeast region, and I’d never thought I’d be able to meet her, let alone get her help. Never thought I could afford it. I felt privileged, but incredibly anxious. If I hadn’t had Wes’s solid presence next to me, I would have turned around at least three times. But Wes was there with me, and that somehow made it a little easier.
Because I insisted, we took my car. I didn’t want to be left without a means of escape if I embarrassed myself. Wes drove, and when he pulled into the driveway of the gray Victorian, my mouth fell open. It was gorgeous, and kept pristine. It looked like it must have when it was first built. Wes ran his knuckles down my cheek, then gently tapped the bottom of my chin.
“Relax. It’s just a house, and Mi
