“Oh, I am in love,” Mel said. She aimed her camera at the shaded stream and the bridge and the brand new porch. “It needs a hot tub though. And wind chimes. Definitely wind chimes.”
“Definitely,” Daniel agreed.
But there was already music here, beneath her feet and in the air, thrumming inside her head. The mountain made its own music.
Pooka dashed ahead up the slope, checking for dangers, Mel assumed. They were still in a cleared area, but the clearing curved to the right as they went farther up and the trees closed in on the ridges above them. She looked to see if she could still spot the house, but there was only a glimpse of gray and white behind the trees.
“Here it is.” Jamie pointed up into a tree at the edge of the clearing. A ladder lay below it. Jamie had obviously been using
