No defiance, no artifice to be seen now. Her lower lip was trembling, and tears trickled down her face. She said softly, “But I think I’m falling in love with you.”
It took everything he had not to run over and fold her into his arms, so he hurried out the door, picking his way across the granite cobblestone driveway to the Starfire. He started to slide into the driver’s seat, but a flash of white that wasn’t there before caught his eye.
He grasped one corner of the piece of cardboard to study this latest note though it didn’t take long. A simple design—one large red “G,” circled with a s***h. He whipped around but didn’t see anyone. Cypress Manor was isolated in its own mini-forest, providing an abundance of hiding places. And the only sound was the wind whistling through the evergreens
