He met her gaze, his expression intense. “Are you not staying in Yearly?” Rebecca dropped her hand and laughed. “Oh, no, I have a job to go back to in Fort Worth. The Reverie is my ill-advised retirement plan. Leah’s, too. She’s moving back to take care of Mom and manage the place while I keep things afloat with my day job. I make better money than she did as a teacher, so it seemed like the logical choice at the time.” Rebecca crossed to the swinging door and paused.
