Chapter 11
I was sort of in love with Whidbey Island, and Oak Harbor in particular. Once I got over Deception Pass Bridge, that was. On the last day of November, even with the trees bare and the freezing temps—my car told me it was barely fifty degrees, freezing to a Southern California boy—it was gorgeous. I’d been looking forward to returning for weeks, and now that I was back, I simply stood in Vincent’s front yard and breathed in.
Some of the tension I’d been carrying melted away. It had everything to do with the magic of the place, and nothing whatsoever with Spencer being scheduled to join me before the day was out.
I heard a bark a moment before I was nearly bowled over by a mass of golden red fur. I immediately squatted to the dog so I could give Valentine the love he deserved.
