Chapter Nineteen
Geoffrey Stone was as good as his word. He got directions to fishing sites the next morning and then arrived at her cabin at five sharp, when Holly was back at the campsite reading.
“Is she having a good time?” Casey asked, standing nervously in the doorway, all of a sudden wanting to talk about anything but her work even though that was the only reason he was there.
“It’s good for her to get out of the city,” Geoffrey said expansively, as though that answered Casey’s question. “So, what have you got?”
Trying to keep calm, Casey began walking him through each piece. She’d pulled out her canvases and lined them up in the cabin, which she’d cleaned by throwing all her clothes in the bathroom. She hoped he wouldn’t ask to use it while he was there.
It was strange having
