Margot eventually got her suitcases out of the trunk, unpacked everything, putting the clothes she hadn’t worn back in the closet, depositing the items that needed laundering in the hamper. It felt right. That way, she was putting a period on her little episode with Lucas Wilcox. A fling, a bout of momentary madness. No one could really blame her for kicking up her heels a bit, as long as nothing changed in the end. To tell the truth, she should probably be grateful to him for showing his true colors, for letting her know he wasn’t quite as harmless as he pretended to be. Now she could settle back into her life again. In a few months, she would have forgotten all about him.
As the afternoon wore on, clouds began to gather again. So much for the forecasters saying the next few days would b
