Skipping ahead a bit in Hedge House. It’s the next day and Jacob has decided that Cara needs to get out for a bit. He speaks first.
“Why don’t we get out for a bit after lunch? I’ll take you to the shop and introduce you to Tamira. I know she’d like to meet you.”
Cara winced. “I’m so sorry. I should have gone before now…”
Jacob shook his head. “You’re only one person, Cara. You haven’t learned how to be in two places at once yet.”
After lunch she climbed into the passenger seat of Jacob’s old battered blue Dodge pickup. It smelled like earth and engine grease with a trace of manure, and she smiled as she buckled her seatbelt.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as the engine growled to life.
She shook her head. “I remember riding in a truck with you and my father to go get ice cream. I think it was red, but it smelled just like this one.”
Jacob smiled. “They say that the sense of smell the most primitive and is tied directly into the memory section of the brain.”
“And when we’re done at the shop we’ll go get ice cream.”
She laughed and leaned back into the seat as he pulled out onto the road, feeling oddly content and comforted.
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