He looked perfectly rational, his eyes dark and intense as he stood there in the cold night air with the soft snow sifting down around him like powdered sugar. But looks could be deceiving, she thought.“Didn’t you hear what I said? She’s probably in Florida! The last address I had was Dade County.”“Sunshine sounds nice right about now.”No wonder, she thought. Since his release, sunny days had been few and far between in Utah. The state had seen a wet, cold fall—a boon for the ski resorts but probably not so enjoyable for someone who had been incarcerated for more than two years.She had to admit, though she had grown to love the Utah mountains, the first place she would head if she had just been released from prison would be somewhere with an ocean view. Somewhere she could bask in the sun and lick salt from the air and dig her toes into warm sand.But how could she ask him to travel across the country for her on little more than a whim?“I haven’t heard from Brenda in nearly a decade,”
