Caitlin wasn’t sure what she’d expected of California, but Pasadena, or at least this part of it, didn’t seem to quite fit. Yes, there were palm trees, but the beach was miles and miles away. And it wasn’t sunny at all, but gray and damp-feeling, as if the clouds above wanted to start misting but didn’t quite have the energy. Luckily, she’d packed a few tops with longer sleeves, just because she’d read that temperatures in Tucson could go up and down at this time of year, and she didn’t really want to get caught off-guard and end up freezing her a*s off. Even so, she felt chilled through, in a way that couldn’t entirely be blamed on the weather.
The houses were beautiful, though, older, in a bewildering variety of styles — Spanish hacienda, Tudor cottage, colonial, all on large properties
