Reveling in her bad behavior, Nora settled back into her chair and pulled the Portland newspaper closer to reread Scott Barrow’s story.
Channing’s pregnancy announcement and Winnie’s reaction had interrupted a thought sparked by the article. She let Scott’s crisp prose reorder her mind. Maybe that lost brain wave would ripple through it again.
From beyond the wide-open window, she heard the roar of a lawnmower. A warm June breeze stroked her bare arms and legs, carrying with it the scent of new-cut grass.
The homey smell made her think of Kent and his snug log house. She liked being in it with him. But he had his kids this weekend and she wasn’t comfortable overnighting when they were asleep downstairs.
She hadn’t seen him since Memorial Day—way too long. Her gaze flicked to her cellph
