Peyton curled up in a corner of the couch, cell phone to her ear, smiling.
"So you like it?" she asked Grace.
"Like it?" The woman's voice practically shrieked in her ear. "I love it. My god, Peyton, I think this is going to be the best thing you've ever done. Maybe I should send all my authors for a month at a cabin in the Maine woods."
Peyton laughed. "First of all, it was a cottage. Secondly, it was at a lake, not in the woods."
"Close enough. Someday, you'll have to tell me what it was that flipped your switch up there."
Maybe, maybe not. Dixon Amendola was a memory she would hug close to herself, her thoughts and feelings confined in her own private world. She knew she'd never see him again. He'd made it very plain before their very first kiss that anything permanent was not happ
