Chapter Four
A bitter retort boiled just below the surface of Melony’s brain, but she found herself smiling instead. He was only stating the obvious, and evidently attempting to be civil.
“Thanks, just what a woman wants to hear.” She drifted over to one of the chairs and poured herself into it. She did feel uncommonly tired. Maybe it was the clean air up here and the fact that she had no cases to go over, no courtrooms to occupy her time for the next few weeks.
“Why don't I make some coffee and you can tell me why you're taking this course.” He started toward the kitchen. Like a magnet, Melony felt herself drawn to him. She rose from the leather seat and followed him into the next room, taking a chair at the heavy wood table. One side of the oblong kitchen was entirely framed with wind
