WHEN THE HELICOPTER touched ground, Melony's heart lurched up into her throat. What if Hunter didn't want her to come back? What if she was making a big mistake?
“Need help with your bag, ma'am?” Wally said around the unlit cigar, trying to hide the smile threatening to split his face in two. Melony hoped Wally wasn't just a tad old-fashioned and longed for a happy ending in this particular story.
“No. I'll get it myself.” Melony reached behind her and extracted her suitcase that had enough clothes to get her by for a while—if Hunter accepted her. She couldn't believe how cold it was now in late September as opposed to her trip in July. It felt as if the thermometer had dropped sixty degrees in as many days. She hoped the clothes she brought would be warm enough.
Smoke curled from the c
