Chapter 3
Daniel Lockwood’s impressive home in Greencastle’s most exclusive neighborhood didn’t look all that different from the last time Rosemary had been there, although of course on this particular evening, it wasn’t crowded with people there to raise money for the town library, and the lavish flower arrangements that had adorned the side tables were gone. Caleb had brought her into the family room at the back of the house, rather than his father’s study. She wasn’t sure why, except that maybe he’d thought she would feel a little more relaxed here.
It was the sort of room that invited you to relax, with plump couches of unbelievably soft caramel-colored leather, the walls painted a pale slate blue, a fire flickering in the mahogany-framed fireplace. She supposed it must be much colde
