Chapter Six
Casey didn’t swim the next morning. Her muscles still ached from rowing yesterday and her mouth felt like cotton. She downed three glasses of water and took a long shower. Then she poured her coffee into a travel mug and took off to see Lee. Lee was always up with the dawn and had a knack for knowing what to say.
Anyway, Casey was afraid of what she might find if she hung around her cabin in the morning.
Of what she might find, or, more likely, of who she might see.
Lee was Casey’s closest friend in Bonnet, which probably made her Casey’s closest friend, period. She ran an odds-and-ends store on the main drag in town, sandwiched between a gas station on one end and Pam’s diner on the other. Old books, records, used clothes, household goods, part farmers market during the gr
