remodel on the Reese family home would begin bright and early tomorrow morning.
It was a new beginning, a fresh start. “Maybe that’s what I should name my bakery,” she murmured as she swept the floor at the Trading Post after closing the store for the night. “The Fresh Start. Or just Fresh. That’s hip, edgy.”
She liked it. She liked the entire thing. Nic had been right. Sarah did need a new start. By summer, she’d have a new business, and essentially a new home. And yes, maybe she would see about finding herself a new man, too.
Why not? The time had come to say goodbye to the old and hello to something new. Something exciting. Something wonderful.
Her work done for the day, Sarah headed home. As she crossed the street, she looked up toward the postcard-worthy view of a snowcapped Murphy Mountain standing against a brilliant blue sky and said, “Something new. Something exciting. Something wonderful.”
She was ready. Finally, she was ready.
She lifted a hand and made a symbolic wave toward the mountain. “Just in case you didn’t hear me before, I’ll say it loud and clear now. I’m over you, Cam Murphy. I’m done with you. Once and for all. Goodbye and good riddance.”
THREE
June
“Hello, and welcome to Eternity Springs.” From the front passenger seat of a rental Jeep Cherokee, Devin Murphy read the sign aloud. “ ‘A little piece of heaven in the Colorado Rockies.’ How hokey is that?”
“Hokey enough,” Cam replied, sparing the roadside sign a negligible glance as they passed it. One corner of his mouth lifted in a lazy smirk that belied the nervousness churning in his gut. He made an effort to relax the tension in his grip on the steering wheel. Had anyone told him six months ago that he’d be back in Eternity Springs by summer, he’d have called him crazy to his face.
The Jeep approached the Hummingbird Lake scenic overlook, and on a whim, Cam pulled in next to a motorcycle and parked. Devin questioned him with a look but didn’t speak as Cam opened his door and climbed out into the crisp mountain air. He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and gazed down at the lake and the little mountain town beyond.
From this perspective, little appeared to have changed in Eternity Springs in the decades he’d been away. Four avenues ran north and south. Eight streets tracked east and west. He did note some new construction on the grounds of the old Cavanaugh family estate, and he briefly wondered who owned the property now. His mother had grown up there, but someone else owned it by the time he’d been born.
“Eternity Springs isn’t very big, is it?” Devin asked, coming to stand beside Cam. “Lots of cars around, though.”
“Tourist season. Also, it looks like something’s going on today. They have Aspen blocked to traffic.”
“Cool. I like a good street festival.” Devin shot Cam a sidelong glance as he added, “Or maybe they heard that you were coming home and decided to throw a party in your honor?”
Cam snorted. “You’re such a comedian, son.”
Devin knew what to expect from the people of Eternity Springs, because Cam had told him the whole ugly story after Devin’s first less-than-positive reaction to the news of their pending trip. Self-centered in the way that came naturally to teenaged boys, Devin had assumed that Cam had planned the trip in order to separate Devin from his friends. He’d pitched a fit and pouted like a two-year-old until Cam clued him in on the real reason for the trip.
Cam hadn’t denied that removing his son from the influence of his friends had played a part in his decision to travel to Colorado. However, he’d made sure that Devin understood that Cam’s primary purpose for the trip was to make peace with his past, particularly that part of his past named Lori.
The explanation had proven to be a game changer where Devin was concerned. He’d even quit whining about the independent-study projects his teachers had