She’d left Fritz behind, so he knew she wouldn’t be gone long, but the house felt empty and lifeless without her there. He’d let Fritz into the backyard and filled the dog’s water bowl, when his eye caught hold of the papers pinned to the bulletin board in her kitchen.
He’d spent a lot of time at her house after work over the past couple of months, but he’d never seen the bulletin board. As he examined it, he realized he was looking at the reason she hadn’t been able to buy Steeple Ridge Farm when she’d wanted to.
Without thinking, he’d pulled down all the pages and stuffed them in his back pocket. After he got Fritz back inside, he’d left the same way he’d come, wild ideas flowing through his mind. One of those included him leaving Steeple Ridge, which he’d done that morning.
Leaving t
