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HEATHER MANN’s life is a mess. She is a widow working as activities director at Twin Pines Care Center and Assisted Living Center located in the Wyoming mountain town of Evergreen. Her co-workers have accused her of stealing and any number of deceptive antics. Hurt and confused, Heather cannot find a way out of the quagmire in which she finds herself.
CHAD BROOKS is the owner of the corporation of which Twin Pines is a part. He arrives in Evergreen as a means to get out of the city for a while and to observe his prime candidate for the position of corporate activities consultant…Heather Mann. Her resume and references are in direct conflict from the reports he is receiving from Wyoming.
Sparks fly when CHAD and HEATHER meet and continue as they sort their way through mystery and possibly murder.
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CHAPTER ONE
Heather Mann’s eyelids snapped open, and her heart hammered in her chest. The last rumblings of some unknown sound reverberated around the bedroom, ruining the silence of her slumber on a dark, dreary, winter morning.
Her dog, Brandy, stiffened, tensed and growled faintly beside her. Brandy must have heard something as well. It must be the awful wind. She took a deep breath attempting to relax, then reached out and stroked Brandy’s head to reassure the animal, the truth be known, also to comfort herself. Turning her head, she looked at the digital clock sitting on the nightstand. Six-thirty. Breathing deeply, she forced her heart to slow to a nice, even beat.
Surely, the house would withstand the assaulting wind without her holding it up with all her worry. She punched her pillow and squirmed deeper into the comforting softness of the mattress as the supple percale sheets slid softly against her skin. Relaxing, she listened to the sound of the Wyoming wind whistling through the trees. Near the brink of sleep, Brandy cuddled into the bend of her knees mocking her every move.
Another loud, crash brought Heather bolt upright in bed. Brandy yelped and growled her displeasure as she bailed over the top of Heather. “Ouch! You miserable mutt!” Heather squealed as the dog’s nails scratched the tender flesh of her arm. Throwing off the covers, Heather raced behind the dog, her thin, silky sleep shirt clinging to her body.
Ned…it had to be her brother, he’d been remodeling the apartment across the hall, but she remembered he’d finished with that last weekend. Besides, she and her brother were much alike, they both liked to sleep in on a day off work.
Slowly, she turned the knob, easing open the heavy oak door a crack allowing her just enough room to peek out to the landing. She couldn’t see much of it from her vantage point, but she could hear movement out there—scraping sounds, grunts and groans.
Tossing open the door she cried, “Ned! What are you…?” Her words stuck in her throat.
A handsome stranger crouched on the landing, yanking on wide canvas straps that surrounded a gigantic storage crate that was perched at a dangerous angle near the landing. The box teetered on the edge of the top step.
This attractive man certainly wasn’t her brother.
Sweat dampened the man’s black, curly hair and perspiration ran in rivulets down his tan skin. His thick-muscled shoulders strained against a buffalo-plaid shirt, and a pair of soft, worn jeans hugged his backside as they stretched around perfect muscles.
“Geez!” Heather cried, throwing her hands in the air, emphasizing her dismay. “What are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell?” He grunted as he tugged at the strap. “I’m moving in.”...
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