It screamed past the lodge like a banshee, making the tree branches toss in a mad frenzy. Hail followed, bouncing off the roof and pelting the windows. She got out of bed to stare over the lake. A cracking noise announced a big branch breaking. It fell across the roof of one of the cabins close t...
“You’re awfully quiet this morning.” “I’m talked out.” “Really?” He frowned at a pasture, filled with alpacas. “People don’t raise and eat those, do they?” Tessa smiled. “That’s Bob Thorton’s farm. His wife, Ester, dyes and weaves the wool.” “Into what?” “All sorts of things, but mostly wall hang...