Chapter 33October 31st, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
Halloween night. I was in my room at Maybelle’s sitting on the bed, quilt pulled snuggly up over my legs, reading a romance titled Waiting for Cake. Yes, romance. There’s little enough of that in my life.
I was reading and Lockwood knocked on the door. He let a little spark of guilt leak, probably because he was disturbing me in the first chance I’d had to myself for the past two weeks.
I put down my Nook and sat up straighter, wrapping my arms around me knees. “Come in.”
Inside a felt a bright spark of anticipation, that I pushed back down. Since Lockwood’s emotional unveiling at the city hall there hadn’t been anything more romantic. He’d shut me out again, gone back to being the alguacil and mentor.
Lockwood came in looking like he
