Chapter 45

Nelson didn't move an inch. Claire urged, "Why are you just standing there? Didn't you say you'd do it? What now, changed your mind? Don't tell me you can't even drop me off." "Why?" He slipped one hand into his suit pocket, standing at the top of the stairs looking down at her. "Why what?" Claire frowned. "Why don't you want to stay here?" he repeated. If he remembered right, the one who picked this place with Grandpa was her. Grandpa made suggestions; she made the final call. And now she suddenly didn't want to live here? She'd insisted on him leaving the house to her, and then vanished that very night with all her luggage like she'd never existed. "Do I need to justify not wanting to stay here?" Claire gave him a weird look. But seeing that Nelson seemed to seriously want an explanation, she sighed and relented, "Fine, I can't sleep in unfamiliar beds. Also, the room you let me stay in—who knows how long it's been since it was cleaned? I had a rash last time I slept there! And every