The silver lining, she decided, to the cloud that was the small bar fight that had broken out at the end of her long shift. Grimacing, she realized she’d forgotten to leave any lights on. In the clearing, the house loomed like a dark ghost. She braked her car in the gravel parking area beside it, climbed out. After the rowdy atmosphere of Satan’s, the relative quiet hit her like a slap. The chilled air tasted sweet and green, but it didn’t calm her suddenly jangling nerves. The creek burbled, a joyful sound, but then some night creature rustled in the greenery nearby. Her heart jolted. Placing her hand over her jumpy stomach, she glanced around. Nervous pervous, she admonished herself, remembering something her dad used to say. Brae had lived by herself here for years without incident…and certainly without the uneasiness that was currently dancing down Ashlyn’s spine. Pulse still unsteady, though, she crossed the footbridge and headed for the front door.
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