She checked on her car at Carl’s garage, then drove the pickup back to the lodge without going to see her mother. She stopped at the grocery store instead, spent more of Judson’s money and headed back to Timberlake with enough food to last several days. Liza pushed all thought of her mother out of her head. She had more important things on her mind. Fixing up Timberlake was a designer’s dream, after all! Her brain seethed with ideas to make the place spectacular. It would be the envy of every designer in the world when she was finished. “Hey, Forrester!” she bellowed once she returned to the lodge. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” She shouted for several minutes and looked for him all over the lodge, but Cliff was nowhere to be found. Chances were he was off somewhere on the lake, admiring his fish. Disappointed that she had nobody to share her excitement with, Liza had to settle for racing around the rooms with her sketchbook, making notes and rapidly drawing when words failed her.
