“Constance Canfield and her husband, Adam, had given this home its lovely name. So who could this woman be? he wondered. Some long-lost descendant perhaps, or maybe some squatter, looking for a handout? Before he could answer, Constance produced another short smile. “But before we converse,” she said, “perhaps you should extinguish that cigar. It would be a shame to watch Seaside burn to the ground this night, would it not?” “Uh . . . yes, of course,” he answered. After a couple moments ...of searching he picked up the cocktail glass and then crushed the still-glowing cigar beneath one shoe. “May I take a chair?” Constance asked politely. “Yes,” Garrett answered. “Please do.” As Constance took the chair alongside him, Garrett grasped the opportunity to look her over. Yet again, her beauty amazed him. This time her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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