IZABEL
Izabel’s cottage lay just east of Deer Harbor, with a sweeping view of West Sound
and Orcas Village. The fifteen acres allowed plenty of room for her to maintain her
privacy, and her dream of one day adding a horse and a couple of large dogs to her
furry family.
Entering through the French doors, she dropped her pack on the multicolored bench
inside the hallway. She’d discovered the bench last summer at the farmer’s market
and had spent the fall re-styling it in brilliant shades of gold and garnet. One
of these days, she’d consider listing it for sale at Beth’s Café and Gallery in town.
In the meantime, however, she loved having it adorn her entryway with its sunny disposition.
“Lucas? Hey, babe, where are you hiding?” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed
a shadow dr
