bought and moved into the old MacMillian farm a few miles down the road."
Relief washed over Adrianna and she gave him a smile, meeting him halfway and
taking his offered hand. "I'm sorry. I... I guess." She blew out a puff of air and shrugged.
"I'm just a little on edge today."
Max's hand grasped hers in a firm handshake that lingered just a moment too long for Adrianna's liking. Adrianna snatched her hand from his and folded her arms across her chest.
"I didn't even realize the MacMillian farm was up for sale." She'd grown up with the MacMillians. Mrs MacMillian had passed away a little over a year ago from a heart attack at the age of seventy-six. Her husband, William, had been heartbroken and
withdrawn since his wife's death, becoming a virtual hermit. He'd been found in his barn a little over a month ago, having died from what was presumed a fall from the loft in his barn.
"Yes. I'd heard about the tragedy of the previous owner. Damned shame."
"Ummm. Did you want to come in? Have a coffee?" Ian's worry the previous night came to her mind, but she shrugged it off. Max was her new neighbour, surely he had nothing to do with whatever had Ian worked up.
Max smiled. "That would be great. Appreciate it."
"Come on in." She brushed past him and motioned for him to follow. She caught sight of his blue pick-up truck in the driveway. She hadn't even heard him pull in.
Max followed her into the house and took a seat at the kitchen table, eyeing her as she set to work preparing him a coffee.
"So is it just you and your husband?"
Adrianna froze, her back turned to Max and a soft smile touched her lips. She hadn't considered marriage with Ian before, but she had to admit, she liked the sound of him being considered her husband. It sounded right. Mrs Adrianna Groves. Yes, she liked that more than she knew she should considering how new the relationship was.
"No. It's just me. My mother and I lived here, but she passed away six months ago."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, for your loss. How did she pass if you don't mind me asking?"
There seemed to be an unusual amount of remorse in his tone, it wasn't the empty
condolence that she was used to getting from people, there was feeling behind it.
Adrianna pushed back the tears that were threatening to gather in her eyes and shook her head. "I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind."
"Again, I'm sorry."
Again, she heard the remorse. "Thank you."
He's just a compassionate man. That's all , she scolded herself as she poured his coffee. Something about him was drawing her. She just couldn't figure out why, perhaps her wolf half wasn't as dormant as anticipated. With a sigh, she decided to go with it and find everything there was to know about her new neighbour.
*****
Pulling into the Adrianna driveway, Ian frowned when he caught sight of a blue pick-
up truck in his spot next to Adrianna's. He knew the vehicles of all of Adrianna's friends and that wasn't one of them. The wolf within him growled it's disapproval as he parked behind Addy's car and jumped from the Jeep, quickly making his way into the house.
He caught a familiar scent as he entered the front door, but he couldn't quite place the smell. Not bothering to remove his work boots or jacket he made his way to the kitchen following the sound of lively conversation and laughter.
"Ian!" Adrianna smiled brightly at him as he entered the kitchen. Standing, Adrianna crossed the kitchen and threw herself into his arms, kissing him lightly, before stepping away.
Ian's gaze landed on the man sitting in the chair across from where Adrianna was
sitting. "Who's your friend?" He could hear the sharpness in his tone, and looking at Adrianna he could see she did also, and wasn't all too impressed with what he knew she'd consider rudeness.
"Max Urquart." The stranger answered before Adrianna had a chance to reply. "So you're the man Addy hasn't stopped talking about all afternoon." Max gave Adrianna a wink and then stood and