73Becca was tired of hiding. She dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She felt a sudden desire to apply makeup but quashed the sensation.
Beau whined. She opened the door and stepped out with the dog. Another sunny day greeted her, but the temperature had risen dramatically. Though it was not yet eight o'clock, the air was already hot. Not a hint of a breeze stirred the trees.
Becca walked along the pathway, her instinct to search the area strong. Instead, she lifted her chin and moved as if she hadn't a care in the world. Beau trotted alongside, stopping occasionally to smell the grass and around the base of a tree. She approached the front door and walked through the office with its wooden counter where guests registered and the small store that sold
