THE GRAVEL DRIVEWAY curved through one last stand of trees and Stormcloud Lodge came into view through the trunks of two large eucalyptus. The sight of the lodge made a sudden knot swell in Indy’s throat. Home. She was coming home. It was an odd thought, because she’d never thought of Stormcloud as home before, not truly. But after the last few weeks, the trauma of the past few days, this place was like a balm to her soul. At last, she might’ve finally found a place where she belonged.
A grin tickled her lips as she watched a number of the small luxury cabins surrounding the billabong emerge from the bush. Her horses. And her dogs. She couldn’t wait to see all of them. Dale had promised that Gypsy was back safely by Beethoven’s side, and Digger and Barbie were getting fat and possibly a l
