Chapter One“Hurricane season's almost over,” Ciara said, though rain pelted down outside the window. “Most likely that storm south of us will die out, don't you think?”
“All the others have this year,” Lilly said. “But every storm is different.”
“Can't wait to remodel,” Ciara said as she glanced at the walls of her living room. “Berkley's looking at my blueprints right now.”
“Looking at your prints?” Lilly asked. She took a sip of tea. “Even though he doesn't do remodeling?
“He just wanted to check them,” Ciara said. “I thought that was nice of him. Didn't he help you on your house?”
“No, he refuses to do remodeling, likes to build a house from the ground up,” she said. “He has no patience for the problems encountered with restoration, especially with houses like ours where the floors
