Friday night and all its attendant socializing came way too soon for Tess’s taste. But she’d dutifully prepared her appetizer and climbed in Mitch’s truck for the drive, despite fantasies of bailing and making use of that gigantic soaker tub in his master bathroom.
“Cam and Norah’s place is out on Hope Springs.”
She glanced at Mitch over in the driver’s seat. “It’s really called Hope Springs?”
“Really is. The fountain on the green is fed from there. It’s the whole crux of Norah’s rural tourism campaign.”
“Wishful, where hope springs eternal. I saw the banners.” They fluttered on all the lamp posts on Main Street.
“A couple years back, GrandGoods was trying to buy up the land out here to put up one of their big box stores. That’s how Norah and Cam got together in the first place. She s
