Chapter Six
Relaxing in the rocking chair on her Nantucket-style beach house porch, Alexis took a hit of her cigarette.
She definitely wasn’t used to this carefree living, but being Stossel Adams’ daughter had its perks. Everyone in Tate Valley loved Stossel and the few who knew she had returned pulled out the welcome mat. She’d gotten a decent deal on this house down from the beach. Lord knows she wouldn’t be able to live in this upper class area if it hadn’t been for Stossel’s real estate friend. Funny how much she could love sitting on this porch yet hate everything Tate Valley stood for.
Yet this small, southern California town was her home, bumps and all. She could go to Mars, but this would always be her home. Even if Grant Copeland still lived in it.
“Shit.” She puffed on the ci
