called. After a reluctant moment, the dog wandered back to meet her as she approached the little family and she gripped his collar tightly.
âSorry about that,â she said. âHe loves to meet new people and can be a little too friendly sometimes. Hi. Iâm Wynona Bailey. I live just down the street in the stone house with the green shutters. Welcome to Haven Point.â
The woman didnât answer her smile. Her features were closed, unapproachable, her green eyes arctic.
âIsnât there some sort of leash law in Haven Point?â she asked in a stiff voice.
So. Not the friendliest of new neighbors. Too bad. The kids were adorable, with auburn hair like their motherâs. The boyâs was curly and the girl wore hers in two long, thick braids.
âTechnically, yes,â she answered. âIâve got a leash here. But since we were just walking from our house to the trailhead just up ahead, I decided not to use it.â
âMy son is afraid of dogs. Especially big, ill-behaved, dangerous dogs.â
She had to blink at that. No one in his right mind could possibly call a big, furry sweet-tempered guy like Young Pete dangerous or ill-behaved. He only wanted to say hello, for heavenâs sake.
âSorry again. Iâll try to keep him out of your way. Come on, Petey.â She grabbed the leash out of the pocket of the backpack and clipped it on him. The little boy had emerged from behind his mother and gave her a tentative smile and she couldnât help smiling back.
âIt was great to meet you all,â she said, even though she hadnât really met them. Meeting someone implied an exchange of names, which the woman had quite pointedly not shared.
She waved at the children. The boy waved back and it looked like his sister wanted to, but at the last minute she stuck her hand in her pocket. Their mother had turned away to unpack groceries.
Wyn gave a mental shrug and headed past Cadeâs log home to the beginning of the trailhead up into the mountains. As soon as she and Pete crossed the bridge, she unclipped his leash with a defiant look back at the family, but they had disappeared into the house.
CHAPTER FOUR
I T DIDN â T TAKE long for the sheer beauty of her surroundings to siphon away the unpleasantness of the encounter with her new neighbors.
She had grown up hiking the foothills all around Haven Point but this was indisputably her favorite walk. The trail to Mount Solace was an easy but steady climb through stands of fragrant pines and firs and a thick forest of aspens with leaves that fluttered and danced on the slightest breeze. Amid the trees were several wide meadows bursting with wildflowers this time of yearâcolumbine and kittentails, Indian paintbrush and delicate Queen Anneâs lace.
She loved the solitude and the serenity she always found in the mountains and as she walked, she felt the tension in her shoulders begin to ease. Pete enjoyed it, too, sniffing from tree trunk to flower patch to granite boulder.
An hour later, she felt much more centered and calm. Yes, she had a close call today. Yes, it probably had been a mistake to run into that barn and especially to turn off her comm while she did it, but she would never regret rescuing Lucas and Caleb, no matter what Cade said.
The sun was beginning to slide behind the mountains and her stomach reminded her she still needed to think about dinner.
âWhat do you think? Should we go home, Petey?â
The dogâs ears perked up and he inclined his head down the trail, just in case she had forgotten the way back.
She had to smile. âThanks. Lead on.â
The dog obediently took point and they made their way back down. She loved the uphill trail for the burn it gave her quads and thighs and the sense of accomplishment, but the real reward came from the walk back down, when she caught occasional glimpses through the trees of the lake and the silvery twist of river and the