Chapter 9
Lacey jogged up the steps to her parents’ house, pausing on the deck to look out over the field. Snow had fallen again last night, leaving the landscape sparkling where the sun struck it and melted the thin layer of snow. She scanned the horizon, her eyes traveling along the peaks and valleys of the mountains across the bay. Her childhood home was only minutes from the small cabin where she was staying. It was lower down the hill toward town and had a more open view of the bay. She knew the view by heart. At the moment, she needed the comfort of the familiar.
She’d slept in Quinn’s arms last night, although nothing other than that happened. Oddly, the intimacy of being close to him like that after him witnessing her hardly able to walk again made her feel vulnerable. She’d woke
