Chapter Eight
About two months until Christmas …
Rune got the feeling that Maya was avoiding him. For the post month or so, he’d tried to time his sessions with Harris Badger to match Maya’s daily visits. Sometimes it worked, but often he’d walk into the lingering scent Maya had left behind—the scent of cocoa butter and missed opportunities. Harris was always in a good mood after a visit from Maya, while Rune would be frustrated that he’d missed her.
He kept inviting her to the little fish house, but he noticed that she usually accepted only the invitations that included Cara.
Like picking the last currants in the woods bordering the property. Or helping Cara pull together a Halloween costume for the upcoming Haunted Harbor event. Or when she stopped by to explain “termination dust” on
