Chapter Eight
There was a slight breeze in the air at dawn, something to take away the heat, though by noon, the breeze was simply hot, not refreshing. By evening the air was without a fresh breath. It was September however, and other smells filled the air with autumn perfumes. Out of habit, Lacy thought of returning to school, even though it had been several years since she’d made that autumn ritual. In California it was as hot a time a year as any could be, but there was still that subtle change of seasons that always made her sad. Lacy had more reason than ever to be sad. With Chase gone and no word from him, she knew she missed him by the fourth day and was practically going mad by the seventh. But why? Did she miss the man or just the idea of their relationship? It had been
