Stepping out of the car she checked her reflection in the driver side window. She glanced at the vehicles scattered in the driveway and along the road and lifted her thin brows. Chase Storm had a lot of clients apparently. Their home was a magnificent looking farmhouse and she wondered if Chase designed it. Side-stepping three Harley Davidson’s she approached the white wraparound porch. A smile filled her face at the blue wicker furniture. It looked so inviting and homey. A place she’d love to have someday. She was stirred from her reverie when someone called to her. “Grace?” Chase exited the front screen door. “I’m so glad you made it!” Grace grinned. “I love your home!” Chase looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Yeah, we do too. C’mon, I want you to meet Emily.” * * * Rick stood under the blue canopy enjoying an ice cold Corona.
