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  1. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
  2. ONE
  3. Rosey
  4. TWO
  5. Byron
  6. THREE
  7. Rosey
  8. FOUR
  9. Byron
  10. FIVE
  11. Rosey
  12. SIX
  13. Byron
  14. SEVEN
  15. Rosey
  16. EIGHT
  17. Rosey
  18. NINE
  19. Byron
  20. TEN
  21. Rosey
  22. ELEVEN
  23. Byron
  24. TWELVE
  25. Rosey
  26. THIRTEEN
  27. Byron
  28. FOURTEEN
  29. Rosey
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. Rosey
  32. SIXTEEN
  33. Byron
  34. SEVENTEEN
  35. Rosey
  36. EIGHTEEN
  37. Byron
  38. NINETEEN
  39. Rosey
  40. TWENTY
  41. Rosey
  42. TWENTY-ONE
  43. Byron
  44. TWENTY-TWO
  45. Byron
  46. TWENTY-THREE
  47. Rosey
  48. TWENTY-FOUR
  49. Rosey
  50. TWENTY-FIVE
  51. Byron
  52. TWENTY-SIX
  53. Rosey
  54. TWENTY-SEVEN
  55. Byron
  56. TWENTY-EIGHT
  57. Rosey
  58. TWENTY-NINE
  59. Byron
  60. THIRTY
  61. Rosey
  62. THIRTY-ONE
  63. Rosey
  64. THIRTY-TWO
  65. Byron
  66. THIRTY-THREE
  67. Rosey
  68. THIRTY-FOUR
  69. Rosey
  70. THIRTY-FIVE
  71. Byron
  72. THIRTY-SIX
  73. Rosey
  74. THIRTY-SEVEN
  75. Byron
  76. THIRTY-EIGHT
  77. Byron
  78. EPILOGUE
  79. A month later – New York City
  80. 14 months later - Star Falls
  81. MR. MAYFAIR
  82. Beck
  83. Beck
  84. Stella
  85. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY

I step outside to find rain has started to fall. The staff emptying cabins are being called into the main building. This isn’t the main storm, but there’s no point in carrying stuff in this weather. The people of the Colorado Club are in good hands. But I need to get to Rosey.

By the time I get to my truck, I’m soaked to the skin. I slide into the driver’s seat, wipe the water from my face and head down the mountain. As long as there are no fallen trees, I can get to her before the real storm hits.

I hope.

FOURTEEN

Rosey

All anyone has talked about at work today is the weather. The bus doors open and part of me wants to ask the driver to turn around and drive me back to the Club. But I can’t. I have to make sure Athena’s safe. She’s an independent little thing, but she always comes home last thing at night.

The rain is so heavy, I can barely see the outline of the cabin. And apparently, this isn’t the storm everyone’s worried about. I like rain. I’m from freaking Oregon—rain runs through my veins. But the look of worry shadowing the locals’ faces today has me on edge.

I hope Athena is curled up on the porch. I learned my first day with Athena that I can’t keep her in the cabin all day. She clawed my leg and shot out the door when I showed up after my shift the first day I left her at home. She’s not a cat who can be shut in. How she ended up in the cat carrier, I have no idea.

The short walk from the road to the cabin leaves me drenched. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet. Athena normally comes from nowhere to circle my legs before I have my key in the door. Today, there’s no sign of her. I scan the porch, but I can’t see any huddled-up bundle of white fluff anywhere.

“Athena!” I call. “Kitty cat!” I doubt she can hear me. The rain on the roof of the porch hits like a hammer on granite. I check the time on my phone. I wonder if Snail Trail is still open? I could use some rain boots. I glance up at the sky. No, rain boots aren’t going to help. I need a freaking canoe.

All of a sudden, my stomach turns over. What was I doing, coming down here? I should have stayed up at the Club. At least I was with other people there. What happens if the tornado lifts the roof off the cabin? I might get buried under a pile of logs.