She watched him cross the road, face the house.

How changed! No--this was not Glenn Kilbourne.

This was a bronzed man, wide of shoulder, roughly garbed, heavy limbed, quite different from the Glenn she remembered.

He mounted the porch steps.

And Carley, still unseen herself, saw his face.
Yes--Glenn! Hot blood seemed to be tingling liberated in her veins.
Wheeling away, she backed against the wall behind the door and held up a warning finger to Flo, who stood nearest.