Grace had bided her time for the past several weeks, playing it cool with Devon for Sophia’s benefit. She’d honed her focus on the concession stand which, thanks to Salvatore, had collected a group of ‘regulars’—the Cheers of the Bitterroot Valley. Today she felt breezy as she took what had becom...
If she hadn’t been so confused the night before, she could have stayed focused until she found her most treasured possession. But the necklace, she had to admit, wasn’t the only reason her heart ached. In spite of her acceptance that she wasn’t really anything special to M...