Newport Dreams: A Breakwater Bay Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Gran Calder had made her feel so welcome that she forgot her panic on the rocks. The rest of the day had been wonderful. Dinner was simple and delicious, served at the old kitchen table with no fanfare, but with plenty of love. They’d all gone home with extra pieces of pie, which Geordie had eaten for breakfast. There were already several trucks in the back parking lot of Gilbert House, so Geordie pulled to the far side and parked under an old tree. She carried her equipment inside and looked into the kitchen, but it was empty. She could hear hammering from down the hall, so she followed the noise to the foyer, where the others were standing in a semicircle around—Gulp. “Hey,” Meri said. “My scaffolding is almost finished.” She sounded like Christmas morning. Geordie felt a creeping dread that started in the pit of her stomach and radiated out until her fingers tingled. “Wow,”
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