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ОглавлениеSUSAN WALKED OUT of City Hall, wishing she’d told her father she couldn’t make it for coffee. But like it or lump it, he was her father...and her boss, because after getting her accounting degree, she’d let herself get talked into becoming the paper mill’s chief financial officer.
“Hi, Susan.” Dora Taylor was coming up the walkway. She was a fellow city council member. “Did you have a nice trip?”
“Yes, it was great.”
Susan thought about what she’d told Mandy regarding the vacation. With Evan starting university, the trip was supposed to help her and Chris relate more as a couple, rather than simply as coparents. And on the surface, the trip had done that. After all, couples didn’t need to do everything together and the evenings had been wildly enjoyable. Still...she had a vague sense of disappointment about her vacation, as if something should have happened that hadn’t.
Shaking away her thoughts, she tried to focus on Dora.
“Have you met Mr. Whittier yet?” Dora asked.
“I’ll introduce myself later this morning.”
“I’m going in now to meet him. I...uh, I’ll see you Thursday at the meeting.”
“Right.”
Susan sighed as Dora rushed past her into the building. After living nearly forty years in her hometown, you’d think she’d feel more comfortable with its citizens. But she often felt as if they regarded her with caution since her father was the town’s major employer. Almost everyone in Willow’s Eve had a relative or good friend at the mill—case in point, Dora’s son worked on the loading docks.
At Elena’s Coffee Shop, she found her father waiting with an impatient look on his face, even though she was a few minutes early.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Good morning, Susan. Are you starting back to work today?”
The knot in the muscles of her lower back started hurting. That particular set of knots belonged exclusively to her father. Chris owned the ones between her shoulder blades, though she never said anything to him about it. He’d probably be shocked to know how often he stressed her out.
“No, Dad, I’m not going to the office today. My vacation is through the end of the week, remember?”
He frowned. “I can’t understand why you didn’t go to Hawaii. What’s the matter with your husband? The only thing your mother wanted to do was give you a nice anniversary gift.”
“We’ve been over this. Chris felt it was too much to accept.”
“Damned inconsiderate of him to hurt his mother-in-law that way.”
“I’m sorry if she was disappointed.” Susan’s mouth tightened. She shouldn’t have to explain, excuse or apologize, but she usually did to keep the peace. If only Chris understood how hard it was to... Her mind shied away from completing the thought. She loved Chris with all her heart—despite the way he made her muscles bunch and twist.
The situation between her husband and father was wearing more on her nerves than usual. How would they enjoy being yanked between two junkyard dogs?
And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t known what it would be like. The first time she’d taken Chris to meet her family, the battle lines had been clearly drawn. Her father, who belligerently believed in damming every river and clear-cutting every forest, was the fundamental opposite to Chris, who held a doctorate in timber and wildlife management, and passionately wanted to protect natural resources.
She finished her cup with relief and refused a refill.
“Thanks for the coffee, Dad,” she said as he threw a ten-dollar bill onto the table. One thing she could say for him, he tipped generously, though it was partly because he wanted to feel important in town.
“I’m just glad you’re back safely from that trip.”
His tone made it sound as if she’d ventured barefoot into the Antarctic.
“It was a wonderful vacation,” she said pointedly. “I enjoyed it.”
“I’m glad,” he answered, his voice skeptical.
“Okay. I’ll see you next week when I’m back at work.”
The return walk to City Hall wasn’t long enough to release the muscles in her back. But she needed to meet Daniel Whittier and welcome him to Willow’s Eve. As for the rest? She was probably just suffering from empty-nest syndrome, and that’s why the whole thing between her husband and father was getting to her more than usual.
* * *
MIDWAY THROUGH THE morning as Mandy was reading through her grocery purchase order for the center, a shadow fell across her desk.
“Ms. Colson...er, Mandy?” It was Daniel Whittier, and she nodded pleasantly.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“I want to thank you for the information, and apologize for assuming it didn’t include what I needed.”
Well, that was nice of him. “I’ll let it slide this time,” she replied with a wink. “Have you met Susan Russell?”
“Yes, along with a couple of other members of the council. Mayor White isn’t in yet, though his assistant came down.”
“I think you’ll like Howard, after you get used to him.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ll see.”
Daniel frowned and she was sorry she’d said anything, but her tongue was still flapping out of control around him. Somehow she needed to regain her equilibrium. He drew back and closed the door behind him as he left. She got up and opened it.
“Daniel?” she called and he turned back.
“Yes?”
“I prefer keeping my office door open when I’m here, okay?”
“Oh, of course.”
Then she felt guilty, as if she was being too picky with the guy. But she liked leaving the door ajar so she could see who was coming and going, and many of the seniors felt uncomfortable about stopping for a chat if they had to knock.
“Yoo-hoo, Mandy,” Mrs. Gower called from down the hallway.
She walked over to the elderly woman. Elva Gower was bent over with arthritis and her hands were gnarled, but she faithfully hobbled to the Senior Center every morning and contributed extra money toward lunch in case there was someone who didn’t have enough.
“Hi, Elva.” Mandy stooped and gave her a gentle hug.
“Who was that man? Are you finally dating someone?”
“Nothing of the kind,” Mandy corrected. “It was Daniel Whittier, the new city manager.”
“He’s a handsome devil,” Elva whispered. “Don’t you think?”
It was one of those impossible-to-win questions. If Mandy agreed, she might appear interested in Daniel—which could lead to gossip—and if she disagreed, no one would believe her. Plus, she’d be lying. Daniel Whittier was gorgeous and possessed a sexy magnetic quality up the wazoo. It was partly the way he moved, with the easy, deliberate grace of a panther, and she was a sucker for cats of any size.
Mandy grinned, pushing the image away. “Elva, you’re going to make your beaus jealous if you keep this up. But I’m not judging. Make a play for him if that’s what rings your bell.”
Elva chuckled and moved toward the parlor, while Mandy headed for the kitchen. Some of the volunteers were on vacation or home sick with the customary round of illnesses that showed up with the start of school. As a result, Mandy was cooking more than usual. She shredded purple cabbage to add to the salad, wondering if Daniel would eat with the seniors today. The folks would love having a chance to get acquainted with him, but she sure wasn’t going to be the one to invite him.
* * *
IN HIS OFFICE, Daniel pressed a hand to his throbbing head and dropped into the desk chair.
Maybe it was a good thing Joyce and Samantha wouldn’t arrive for a while. Much as he missed his little girl, he had to get things settled at work, and he didn’t want his daughter to feel as if she was getting the short end of his attention. He didn’t doubt his ability to manage a small town such as Willow’s Eve, but he felt as if he was acting awkwardly with the people, especially since he was already questioning their secret agendas.
Still, visits that morning from members of the city council and various other city officials had gone well.
A knock at his door made Daniel sit up. “Come in.”
A man entered and Daniel recognized him from the Skype interview he’d done with the city council.
“Hi,” the mayor said while shaking Daniel’s hand. “I’m Howard White. I’m sorry I haven’t been in earlier. I had a doctor’s appointment and I thought I’d better keep it.”
“Of course. It’s good to meet you in person, sir.”
“Please, we’re not formal around here. Call me Howard.”
So much for his vision of instituting a professional atmosphere into his work at City Hall. Daniel had a feeling he’d better get accustomed to having his plans turned upside down.
“Howard, then.”
“I’m awfully glad you’re here, and earlier than you thought you could make it.”
Originally, Daniel had said he couldn’t start until the following week, but the mayor had seemed so anxious to have him start sooner that Daniel had made special arrangements.
“You indicated I was needed this week if possible.”
“Yes, we...haven’t had a manager for quite a while and...” Something was obviously on the mayor’s mind, though he appeared reluctant to say anything specific. “Anyhow, the two of us need to have a discussion soon. There’s something, I mean, well, we’ll discuss it after you’ve gotten settled. No, actually, we should do it before the city council meets this week.”
“I’m fine talking about anything you want right now.”
“No, it can wait. How do you like your new home?” asked the mayor.
“It’s magnificent,” Daniel answered, mindful of Mandy’s advice about the town’s pride in the Bertram House. She was probably right. Despite her often pointless chatter, she seemed to understand a few things about how Willow’s Eve functioned.
“We’re proud of the place,” Howard said, clearly pleased. “They talked about making it into a mayor’s mansion, but I suggested it would be easier to get a professional city manager if we could provide a nice house in the salary package.”
“It made it easier for me,” Daniel agreed. “And it was gracious of the town to provide food and make the bed. You’d never see that happen in the city.”
“Well, we want you to feel welcome. We’re really hoping you will consider staying for more than a year. You’ll like Willow’s Eve. It may be small compared with where you’ve been, but this is a good place to live. And it helps that we’ve got a good income between Fannie Snow’s trust and the paper mill.”
“Paper mill?”
“Oh, sure, out on the north end of town, and fortunately the wind doesn’t blow this way very often.”
“What difference would that make?”
“Once you’ve smelled the mill, you’ll know exactly what it means. Not that it’s a huge problem. You get used to it. And we don’t mind that much because the mill adds to the town’s tax base and provides plenty of jobs. The only problem is that...well, as I say, we can go into that later.”
“How about now?” Daniel urged. “We’ll be able to operate better if I know the issues as early as possible. Besides, isn’t the city council meeting the day after tomorrow?”
“Yes.” The other man heaved a sigh. “I suppose you’re right. There are two issues, basically. The town is on septic systems, but it’s possible we should shift to a central sewer structure, which would be a big change, and of course we’d need a treatment plant.”
Daniel nodded, already mentally calculating the kind of money needed for a project of that magnitude.
Howard walked to the window to open and close the shades a couple of times. Daniel waited.
“There’s also another issue,” the mayor continued. “Joe Jensen, the owner of the mill, wants more water, and he’s pretty anxious to expand. But there are problems with our reservoir and...hell, the town needs more water, too. I’ve looked into federal funding, and we should be able to get some, not that it’s guaranteed. Regardless, it won’t be enough.”
Restraining a wry smile, Daniel simply nodded. No wonder Howard White wanted a professional city manager on board. Two projects concerning that much money were guaranteed to be political hot potatoes. And water? In California, water rights were historically an explosive issue. Daniel knew he was due for a much bumpier year than he’d expected. But at least now he could start gathering information and get the groundwork done.
“Have you discussed this with the city council?” Daniel asked.
“I’m bringing it up at Thursday’s meeting for the first time. Since you weren’t going to be here, I tried to wait, but Big Joe keeps pushing. I...I know I probably should have said something before, but I wanted to wait until...and, well, you are a professional.”
Obviously, the mayor hadn’t been elected for his oratory skills. He appeared to have trouble uttering a sentence without qualifying himself.
“I understand.”
Mayor White left after that, in obvious relief, no doubt thinking the ball had been passed and he could relax.
Another knock on the door came a bare minute after the mayor’s departure. For a moment, Daniel pictured Mandy Colson, and was annoyed to feel his body responding. Damn. He found her exasperating, but couldn’t deny she had sex appeal...which annoyed him even more. He wanted to be in control of any situation and relied on cool logic to make his decisions.
At any rate, his priorities at the moment didn’t include women. He was focused on providing a stable home for his daughter while he sorted out the best thing to do for their future. His divorce and the resulting fallout had taken him by surprise, though it shouldn’t have since he’d never had much faith in marriage after seeing his parents’ unending misery together.
“Come in,” Daniel called, reflecting that an assistant would definitely be a helpful commodity. But there was no use wishing for what couldn’t be had. Besides, the novelty of someone new would wear off and the revolving door of visitors would surely stop.
The door opened and he saw Jane Cutman, the tall woman with gray hair and warm blue eyes who’d come to the house as part of the welcoming committee.
“Good morning, Jane,” he said.
“Hello, Daniel. I’ve been deputized to ask you to lunch with us at the Senior Center.”
He hesitated. So far he’d accomplished little with his morning except being introduced to people and some of the town’s issues, but that was part of starting a new job. Moreover, he was hungry. Food prepared for senior citizens probably wouldn’t be very interesting, but that didn’t matter.
“That sounds very nice. Thanks for the invitation.”
The woman chuckled. “Good. And don’t worry. I won’t let them fuss at you to eat with us every day. You’re always welcome, of course, but I’m sure you’ll be too busy. Folks want to meet you, though, so I was deputized to ask.”
“I look forward to meeting them, as well. When should I come over?”
“We’re gathering now, but if you’re in the middle of something, it’ll be a while before we start, and even longer before everyone gets through the line. It’s not fancy service. Volunteers serve the plates and we take them to our tables, except for a few who aren’t as mobile.”
“In that case, I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”
Jane nodded and closed the door. She seemed a quiet, competent sort of woman, and he hoped she would be able to keep the seniors from expecting him to socialize too much. Having the Senior Center located within City Hall was a dynamic he hadn’t anticipated.
Closing his laptop, he stood and walked into the hallway, carefully locking up behind him, though he had nothing confidential yet to keep private. A group of gray-and white-haired citizens were gathered and chatting near the double doors leading into the dining area.
Jane called for attention. “Everyone, this is Daniel Whittier. He’s our new city manager.”
“Hello,” he said as various individuals stepped up to shake his hand and introduce themselves. “Nice to meet you,” he said, over and over again, the names blurring together.
A vaguely familiar woman smiled. “We were so disappointed you couldn’t stay to have lunch with us yesterday, but Mandy explained you’d traveled all night and needed rest more than food.”
“Yes,” another lady added. “And it was so nice of you to still stop and say hello after your long trip.”
Apparently Mandy had gone back to the Senior Center and put a positive spin on his decision not to eat with them. Daniel wasn’t sure what to think about it.
“You should be at the head of the line,” said the woman who’d introduced herself as Caroline White—mother of the mayor, he presumed.
He protested, but they insisted he was the guest of honor and should go before everyone else.
The first person he encountered at the serving table was Mandy Colson, carrying a large pan of a rice dish.
“Hi,” she said. “I see you were recruited to help eat the food. We’ve got pilaf and meat loaf, with mixed vegetables and salad. And dessert, of course.”
Meat loaf. He might have known. What else could you expect from lunch at a senior center? Memories rose of his mother’s flavorless meat loaf, dry but greasy, accompanied by a heap of smoldering anger because his father was late from work as always. The only good thing Daniel could say about his childhood meals was that he’d learned how to eat anything and still dispense a compliment.
* * *
MANDY SIGNALED TO the volunteers to begin serving the plates. One table had been set aside as the official welcome table, with the mayor’s mother as the designated hostess. Not surprisingly, Margaret Hanson and her husband were among those seated at that table—Margaret constantly wanted to be in the center of things.
While listening to Mrs. Brewster chatter about her grandchildren, Mandy watched Daniel fork up a large bite of meat loaf and shove it into his mouth with the air of a man determined to swallow without tasting.
He gulped slightly and she hoped he wouldn’t choke, not that he wouldn’t have plenty of help if he did. Half the crowd knew the Heimlich maneuver since she’d sponsored a first aid class two months earlier.
Instead of choking, Daniel’s eyebrows shot up and his gaze dropped to his plate with a startled expression. He began chewing with renewed attention. Caroline White leaned closer and said something, while the others around the table nodded and laughed.
Mandy could guess what was being discussed. The first time she’d put “barbecue loaf” on the monthly menu, she had received a number of discreet phone calls, warning her that meat loaf wasn’t a popular entrée, no matter what it was called. Basically, they’d said the men wouldn’t eat it and the women didn’t enjoy it that much, either. But Mandy had persisted. They’d had a lighter group than normal that day, and shortly afterward the phone had begun ringing off the hook...with requests for the recipe. She’d shared it happily, giving full credit to the author, a woman she’d met during her travels.
As one pan of meat loaf disappeared, she carried out another, and still more as folks returned to refill their plates. The volunteers took seconds around to the folks who found it hard to get to the serving table.
She slid back into the kitchen for a minute of solitude, then picked up one of the pans of warm blackberry cobbler she’d prepared for dessert. The berries had come from the youth group at the church down the street, picked the previous evening for a service project and proudly delivered that morning by Shawn, the pastor’s son.
A smile tugged at Mandy’s mouth as she recalled her conversation with Shawn; he’d shamefacedly confessed to being in on the goat-snatching prank after Saturday’s practice game. She’d just grinned, understanding all too well what it was like to grow up with everyone expecting you to be a miniadult with the discretion of a senior citizen, simply because your parents were in a respected public position. Her hometown wasn’t small, but the private university where her parents taught was its own little world, probably similar to a town like Willow’s Eve.
After carrying in several pans of cobbler, she fetched vanilla ice cream from the freezer.
“Hey,” Clyde Bonner called from the serving table. “You going to eat today?”
“Sure.” Mandy took the plate he had prepared and she joined the rest of the volunteers. It was hard to ignore Daniel’s presence a few tables away.
After she’d finished eating, she went to her office, wishing for once it was her habit to keep the door shut.
“Mandy?”
Great. It was Daniel. “Uh, hi. Everything okay?”
“Fine. I understand I have you to thank for the meal.”
“Nope,” Mandy denied. “Everyone chipped in. They were debating who got to pay, so I suggested everyone throw in a nickel. Not that it was necessary. There’s always plenty of food. The meals aren’t free at the center, just cheap. They say that Fannie considered fully funding free lunches, then decided that having to pay something kept people invested.”
Daniel looked taken aback. “I wasn’t talking about the cost. I was thanking you for preparing such an excellent lunch.”
She shrugged. “I don’t usually cook on consecutive days, but it sometimes works out that way when the volunteers aren’t available. Normally I do it eight or nine times a month and fix my favorite recipes, such as meat loaf.”
“The meat loaf was a nice surprise. I don’t usually care much for it.”
“Yeah, I saw your expression of horror when you heard the menu.”
“You’re imagining things. I did not have an expression of horror.”
“Maybe, but tell the truth. You were trying to swallow without tasting it, weren’t you?”
His voice was stiff. “As I said, meat loaf isn’t my favorite dish, but I enjoyed yours.”
For Pete’s sake, why was he acting as if he had a stick up his butt?
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked politely, stifling a yawn. He might be gorgeous, but didn’t he have a scrap of humor in his body?
“Yes. I heard something that made me wonder if you were the one who cleaned my office last night.”
Damn. How had that gotten around?
She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. The mayor asked if I could help get it ready, and there wasn’t anyone else available.”
“I don’t understand,” he said. “Why you?”
“Why not me?”
“You’re the Senior Center director.”
“So?” Mandy had never believed a job well-done was beneath her, and having the title of “director” hadn’t changed her opinion. “I told you, I help out with stuff. I’ve gotten to know folks and I volunteer for community projects.”
“But they said you were here most of the night.”
“If it was going to get cleaned, that’s when it had to happen.”
Daniel muttered something to himself.
“Excuse me?” she prompted.
“Nothing. I...thank you, again. You must be tired.”
“There’s nothing I can’t accomplish as long as I have a big cup of coffee first thing in the morning.”
He grimaced. “From the Handy Spandy?”
“Heavens, no. That stuff must be filtered through potting soil.”
“You have a gift for understatement.”
She could sympathize since he’d obviously started his day with the worst coffee in creation.
“Do you still need coffee?” she asked, deciding to be generous.
“I meant to get a cup at lunch, but got distracted.”
She swiveled in her chair, grabbed a clean mug and filled it from her coffeepot. “Here you go. There’s cream in that little refrigerator, if you want it, and sugar sitting on top.”
He stared at the cup before accepting it. “Thanks. I usually take it black.”
“You should get a coffeemaker in your office if you’re interested in a steady supply. You’re welcome to have what’s served in the parlor all day, but if you have a favorite type, you’ll want to make it yourself. I prefer my own.”
No way was she going to offer him access to her pot. Having him run in and out of her office for coffee wasn’t a pleasing prospect, no matter how much she believed in hospitality. She didn’t dislike Daniel, exactly, but no woman enjoyed being around a guy who seemed to radiate a subtle air of disapproval at the same time he was revving up her pulse.
“That’s probably what I’ll do, as well. I’ll return the mug later.”
“No need. It’s from the Senior Center and we’ve got plenty.”
Mandy breathed a sigh of relief when Daniel nodded and walked out...until he shut her door again. But before she could rise from her seat, it opened.
“Sorry,” he said. “I forgot.”
For the rest of the day, reminders of Daniel Whittier dogged her footsteps. A new person moving to Willow’s Eve was an event, and since nobody knew much about Daniel, speculation was rife. Even when she stopped in at the Handy Spandy to get romaine lettuce for dinner, the customers were discussing him.
“Hey, Mandy, what’s the new guy like?” asked Janine Grey when they met in the produce area. She was Dorothy Tanner’s nineteen-year-old granddaughter and was home for a weekend visit from college.
Mandy hesitated. It seemed best to say nothing much. “Mr. Whittier is very professional and appears determined to make a strong start in his job,” she replied. “I don’t know much more than that.”
“Mom was wondering if he’s married with a family. She still has her casserole to bring over, but she doesn’t know how big to make it.”
“Didn’t think to ask him. There wasn’t any family with him when he arrived. That’s all I know.” Mandy couldn’t think of anything more to say that wouldn’t get her into trouble. She put her lettuce back in the cooler, deciding to do without a salad with dinner.
“Well, I’d better get going,” she said brightly, already heading for the door.
A short while later, she settled into one of the Adirondack chairs on her patio, but Mandy couldn’t stop thinking about Daniel. The guy probably sent female hearts fluttering wherever he went, and she tried to recall what the mayor had said about him.
Mid-thirties.
Experienced in city management, with both a bachelor’s and a master’s degree from UCLA.
The details had basically stopped at that point, since asking questions about a prospective employee’s personal life wasn’t allowed in interviews. But the mayor had said he thought Daniel wasn’t married. Being single could mean anything, but judging from the way Daniel had subtly checked out her bustline, he was heterosexual. A straight guy in his middle thirties could be single for any number of reasons, from having Peter Pan syndrome to being too cussed and obnoxious for any woman to want, no matter how attractive.
Daniel could be divorced.
Or he could have commitment phobias.
Mandy’s ex had been just the opposite. Vince was so commitment eager, he couldn’t wait to get married. Though she didn’t question that his affection for her had been genuine, he’d probably also figured it would look good to the university if he were a solid, married man, and therefore perfect material to become a tenured professor.
But why had she gone through with it?
Never mind. That was long past. She had the here and now to deal with, and being attracted to Daniel might be a problem...the kind that sometimes meant it was time for her to move on again.
On the other hand, it wasn’t as if she was a hormone-crazed kid. Vince had been nearly as good-looking, and she’d walked away from him with nothing more than relief. Her ex hadn’t cheated on or abused her. He was just stodgy as hell and couldn’t manage a conversation without quoting her father. But if good looks were the only thing that counted, she would have stayed.
Which surely meant she could handle Daniel.
With that reassurance, she put her feet on the footrest and listened to the crickets. It was a warm late-summer evening, the kind that seemed to have an especially golden feel before colder weather arrived. Of course, autumn wouldn’t be nearly as spectacular in California as it was in Connecticut, which was probably the thing she missed most about her home territory—the glorious, spectacular brilliance of fall trees and bushes. Sometimes she’d almost felt drunk on the color. But there was always something she missed about every place she’d lived since leaving her childhood home behind.
Mandy leaned her head back and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the evening. A few minutes later, she heard footsteps on the other side of the bushes separating her house from the city manager’s home. She breathed quietly and hoped Daniel wouldn’t realize she was sitting nearby.
“Mandy?” his voice called.
She sighed and sat up. “Yes.”
“Is it all right if I come over?”
“Of course.”
He came through a gap in the bushes. In his arms was a large, long-haired black-and-white tuxedo cat.
“Mr. Spock,” she exclaimed.
“Then he is yours.”
“I adopted him not long ago.”
“I found him in the kitchen. I’m not sure how he got into the house.”
Mandy winced. “Sorry. He’s turned out to be a terrible scrounge. I don’t mind people feeding him, but I don’t want him to be a bother.”
“He’s charming at it, but persistent.”
She laughed. “He could give lessons to a bulldozer. A couple of weeks ago, he dashed into my house, skinny, dirty and hungry, and basically told me he was home and wasn’t leaving.”
Daniel chuckled in return, a low, gravelly sound that somehow matched the motorboat purr Mr. Spock was emitting. The sound sent a flutter through Mandy’s midriff.
“I sure hope Mr. Spock enjoys traveling in a car,” she said, trying to ignore the sensation. “I move around quite a bit.”
His eyebrows shot upward. “New employment opportunities?”
“Nah, I just take off and trust things will work out. And they do. I was going to look for something in Vicksville when I got the job here in Willow’s Eve.”
“Where do you plan to end up permanently?”
“Nowhere. I like wandering. You see terrific things that way. I never saw the Pacific Ocean until a few months ago.”
“You don’t have any goals?” Daniel stared and Mandy could tell he didn’t understand. Most people didn’t. Even the ones who loved to travel still seemed to want a permanent home base, but this way she wasn’t tied down.
Sure, it would be wonderful to find someplace that fit her well, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever find it. A place might fit for a while, but it never seemed to last.
