But something—maybe the unexpected appearance of Alec, or maybe the equally unnerving encounter with his father—left her so edgy she could hardly think straight. Every creak of the old house startled her, and when the wind picked up, she had the strangest feeling she could hear Penny crying. She kept the windows open while she worked, just to air the place out. Gradually the cooped-up, mildewed odor began to fade, washed clean by the crisp May air. In the past fifteen years, Rowena had lived in a dozen places, some exotic, like Switzerland, and some simple, like small-town Kansas, but she’d never been anywhere that smelled as good as spring in Silverdell, Colorado. The tiny town of about one thousand residents lay in the western foothills of the Rockies, an hour or so west of Gunnison. In early May, Silverdell hills were still flocked with late snow, and spring was only flirting with the greening flatland. The season wouldn’t be ready to settle down and commit for another week, at least.
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