Cara was on her way downstairs from making herself look like she hadn’t been climbing trees and crawling around under a bush but stopped when she heard the doorbell.
“Mrs. Potts,” she heard Jacob greet the caller.
“Good morning, Mr. Wylde. I heard that Belle’s granddaughter was here and I wanted to stop by and express my condolences. I made a pan of lasagna for her. I’m sure she’s going to be feeling too overwhelmed to do much cooking.”
“She does have a lot of things to deal with,” he agreed. “The funeral, inheritance, meeting half the town in the next two days… It’s all going to be a little overwhelming for her.”
“Poor dear. And being such a stranger here having been dragged away from all she knew when her father died.”
“That’s not making it any easier,” Jacob agreed. “Here, let me take that for you. Would you come in for a few moments? Cara was out exploring the gardens and is upstairs making herself a bit more presentable but she should be down in a moment.”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand