CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.”
SARA ORNE JEWETT 1849-1909 THE COUNTRY OF POINTED FIRS [1896], CHAPTER 5
Sam awoke with a slight headache and a vague feeling of fear. She was lying on the covers of an unfamiliar feather bed wearing yesterday’s dress. Outside, she heard the light tap of raindrops and the low growl of dogs. Somewhere down the hall, she smelled coffee brewing.
Remembering where she was, she jumped to her feet and ran to the window. Montmart was by the kennels feeding the dogs. He wore a yellow rain slicker, even though the rain was steady but not yet heavy. He either heard her or sensed that she’d awakened, because he turned toward the window when she appeared and gave her a crooked smile. A few minutes later, he stood outside t
