Gunn parked the car and looked outside at the house. Damn. That house with the white walls, the blue door and windows, the dark roof and the ivy growing on the side. Cottage living indeed, looked like what every American thought England was like. "There is a apple tree in the garden."

He pointed that out, because winning arguments against a small child was good for the ego sometimes. "Let's go and see, all right?"

He saw the door open and Holden walked outside, clearly eager, a smile on his face, looking a little nervous. He was also wearing a ridiculously cute fox sweater. Or jumper. Whatever English people said.