One of them left the bed, and Maya knew by his silhouette and height that it was Richard. He’d been restless all night, and she wondered if he’d slept much. He went down the hall to the other bedroom, and then she heard him slip out the back door. She lay there wondering if the men would mind if she joined him in case he wanted someone to talk to. Boone and Kendall seemed surprised that he talked as much as he did with her. She liked that he trusted her and felt he could open up to her. Careful to not disturb them, she climbed from the bed and pulled on one of Kendall’s work shirts. Grinning, she cuffed up the sleeves that hung way past her wrists. The shirt reached to her knees. She buttoned it up and tiptoed to the back door and looked out the window. He was on the porch glider, and his big frame seemed tense as he sat with elbows on knees and his head down. He’d had time to think and process since they’d settled down to sleep, and she’d wondered if he was coming to grips with letting Michelle go.
