Samuel must’ve noticed her staring because he turned, locking eyes with Nora.

She quickly dropped her gaze, feeling caught. "Uncle Samuel."

"What are you doing hovering in the doorway?" he asked, his tone light but firm.

Without a word of protest, she shuffled into the room, her steps hesitant. "Thanks," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. If he hadn’t shown up, who knew how long Miles would’ve kept her tied up? ...