“I’m not letting you off the hook,” Sam told her. “I want to have you in my life for two more years at least, so focus your intention and make it happen. You’ve always said you could achieve anything with enough focus.”

Sarah smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Sam helped himself to a glass of tea and drank it down while standing in front of the sink. His warm hazel gaze met Molly’s while he said, “I put Molly’s luggage in the seaside turreted room. Is that okay?”

“That’s perfect. Are you going to stay for dinner?”

He shook his head. “I’m rank as a buffalo. I need to shower, and I have some contracts to go through this evening, as well as an early-morning appointment.”

After he took his leave, Sarah said, “Sam’s a landscape architect. He runs a very popular business.”

Molly told her, “It’s nice how he looks after you.”

Sarah’s expression softened. “I call him my great-nephew, but the reality is there’s a few more ‘greats’ involved. He and I are the last of our direct family line. He’s a good person—strong, kind, and committed to doing wonderful things.” She pushed to her feet. “Come with me, and I’ll show you the house.”

It was a spacious place. From the outside it looked like it had three stories, but Sarah only took her through two. There was a door at one end of the second-floor hall that was closed. She guessed it led to an attic.

Curiosity had her lingering. In her mind’s eye, she could feel/see sparks hanging over her head like stars. “What is that?”

“That’s my workroom,” Sarah replied. “Some things up there are dangerous. I keep it locked so strangers won’t go poking around up there.”

“Gotcha,” she murmured. What would a workroom of a very old witch look like? Maybe if she was lucky Sarah would show it to her sometime.

Upstairs, there were eight bedrooms in total, counting Molly’s turreted room, which she adored the moment she set eyes on it, and two upstairs bathrooms, one on either side of the house. The bedrooms were small, but the bathrooms were spacious and modernized with showers installed in claw-foot tubs, the shower curtains hanging from oval metal rings suspended overhead, and white-painted cabinets and floors tiled with Carrara marble.

On the first floor, there was a large entrance hall, a comfortable reception room, Sarah’s bedroom that had once been a library, a formal dining room, the large main kitchen with a breakfast nook, and another large back kitchen that had been built as an extension off the main house.