Her place wasn’t exactly a farm, but it was an old Colonial set back on about three acres of land. There had been a house on the foundation as early as the 1840s when some of the first plantations had found their way down south, but that first house had burned to the ground in an Indian raid. Around the turn of the century some gentleman farmer had built a Colonial on the site. Reggie had fallen in love with the house the second she had seen it and—armed with some of the first real money she and Max had ever made—she had bought the place within forty-eight hours. Even Caleb had loved it from the start. Except that he had never been able to move into the house with her. The accident had occurred hours after she had signed the papers. She didn’t want to think about that tonight. The accident had been so long ago. But when she came upon the house in the dark like this—just as she and Caleb had come upon it that first time—she often couldn’t help but think of him. It was true that the pain was fading.
