48 NoraThe rattle of hard plastic against laminate mingled with the rustle of pine needles in the twilight breeze.
Nora’s phone vibrated on the table top. The screen glowed brightly in the dusky twilight shrouding Kent’s deck.
She peered at the screen.
Mindy the realtor was calling.
Nora let her go to voice mail.
Glancing across the wrought-iron table, she caught Kent’s grin.
Smiling back, her eyes traveled slowly south. Her lover looked quite fetching in his red-checked shirt and faded jeans.
She was happy she was spending tonight with him.
She’d put in a long day, flying across the state and back. She’d planned to head for home and bed.
But when her flight from Seattle had landed in Spokane at four-thirty, she’d turned her phone on and discovered a text from Winnie.
Earlier, he
