Mountain Sanctuary

by Lenora Worth

• ISBN13: 9780373813513
• ISBN10: 0373813511
• Edition: Large
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2008-03-01
• Publisher: Steeple Hill

Excerpts

Adam Callahan slanted his head sideways so he could read the crooked sign in front of him.Sanctuary House Inn Bed-and-Breakfast. Established 1888. Underneath the faded etched letters, a handwritten message announced Under New Management. Instead of a No Vacancy sign, someone had written--in what looked a child's scribblings--Lots Of Vacancies.Well, he needed a bed and he needed breakfast. And this was apparently the last place in Hot Springs, Arkansas, that had both. Just his luck that he'd come rolling into town during some sort of art festival.Every hotel and bed-and-breakfast in Hot Springs and the surroundings areas of Lake Hamilton and Lake Catherine was booked solid for the next three days.Except this one."Lots of vacancies," Adam said out loud as he straightened his head, the tight muscles in his neck reminding him why he'd left New Orleans in the first place."I need to rest," he said as he headed up the cracked, aged bricks of what once must have been a carriage drive. Looking up at the Gothic-like, Victorian-style turreted house with the peeling white paint and the broken green shutters, Adam wondered if he'd find any rest here. In the first light of an unforgiving yellow-gold dawn, the old house had the lost, forlorn look of a granny woman with dementia.Adam could identify with that feeling. He'd been traveling all night and was bone weary. But he'd felt lost and forlorn for months now, his gut twisting with an emptiness that food couldn't fill. He also felt as if he'd been wandering in the wilderness for forty days, confused and dazed, after all the anguish he'd seen in his ten years as a police officer in New Orleans.But you resigned from the force, he reminded himself, his gaze taking in the dead blossoms on the geraniums sitting in cracked pots by the side entrance to the B and B. The once-red blooms looked as burned-out and lifeless as Adam felt right now. With automatic precision, he reached down and plucked a few of the dried-up red blooms. Then he caught himself and stopped. He just needed sleep. Lots of sleep.He'd just put one booted foot on the lopsided wooden steps, when he heard weeping coming from the open window right next to the porch.Startled, Adam pivoted off the porch steps to stare into the long, wide window. The sight he saw immediately caught his attention and made him forget he was tired and sleepy.A petite woman with waist-length, flowing strawberry-blond hair stood at the aged butcher-block table in the middle of the long, narrow kitchen, her hands covering her face as she leaned her head over and sobbed openly. The woman wore a flowery, gauzy dress covered by a smudged white apron that had so many ruffles they seemed to overpower both the dress and the woman wearing it. The smell of something burning caused Adam to glance from the distraught woman to the smoke coming out of the ancient six-burner stove sitting haphazardly against one wall. The woman seemed to be ignoring the smoke, but Adam saw a burned batch of what once must have been muffins spilled out on parchment paper on the messy butcher-block table. As he watched, the woman wiped at her eyes, then picked up one of the charred muffins and threw it across the kitchen, causing dishes to rattle in the wide, deep white porcelain sink.Then she burst into tears again.Which caused all of Adam's ingrained protective instincts to kick into overdrive, even while the practical part of his brain warned him in flashing, glaring banners to just turn around and keep walking. "Excuse me," he heard himself saying into the window. "Uh, ma'am, could I possibly get a room?" Then, because he just couldn't stop himself, he added, "And is there anything I can do to help you?"The sound of his voice caused the woman to look up in surprise, her expression changing from disturbed to mortified as she glared at Adam through the window. "What?""I need a place to stay," Adam said,