“Her place is just ahead. She can drive you back to the Silas’ house after she shows you what chores she needs done.”

“What’s your sister’s last name?”

Her question had Matthew stopping to stare at her. “Why?”

“So I’ll know how to address her.”

His brow furrowed. “You call her Ginny, like we all do.”

“I prefer to keep everything on a last name basis.”

“Then ask her yourself.”

She was doing a bang-up job so far. She would be lucky to keep the job by Monday with the way she kept putting her foot in her mouth.

There was no way she could explain to Matthew the nightmares that had plagued her mind from her childhood. From all outward appearances, she seemed to be a well-adjusted, normal adult. Instead, she was anything but.

She had talked to two, not just one, voices in her head when she was growing up, and she had constant nightmares where she was hiding from Kate and Owen. She had taken her medication last night, so it would take at least a couple of nights for the nightmares to be buffered enough for her to get a restful night’s sleep.

Rounding a huge oak tree, she was treated with the first sight of Ginny’s home. It was a larger version of Silas’ home.

Walking to the front door, Alanna expected Matthew to knock. Instead, he went inside, leaving her to follow.

Slowly entering the room, she saw Ginny sitting on a leather couch, watching Freddy play on the floor.

Ginny noticed her standing in the doorway. “Come on in. Sorry about this morning.” Ginny raised the cup she was holding. “Morning sickness. I’ve had a cup of tea, so I’m good to go.

“Matthew, do you mind watching Freddy while I show Alanna around?”

Alanna smiled when Matthew dropped down on the floor and began playing with the baby.

“Matthew is Freddy’s favorite uncle. My other brothers get bored when I ask them to watch him. Matthew would keep him if Gavin and I would let him.

Taking in Ginny’s home as they went toward the kitchen off from the living room, Alanna appreciated how you could still look directly into the other room. While the outside might look like Silas’, the inside was modern. The kitchen had two ovens, two dishwashers, and two microwaves, all with high-end appliances that a cook could only dream about.

“Your home is lovely,” Alanna complimented her.

“Thank you. We only finished rebuilding it a couple of months ago.”

“Rebuilt? It looks brand new.”

“We had started this house in another section of the property. This area was meant for Leah. The one meant for me had an explosion, so Silas gave me Leah’s. The area that was damaged, as well as the cow pens, Silas and my brothers are slowly clearing out so they can regrow the trees they have to pull down.”