They’d have had a good life together, she mused. That stone house, that family, those dogs. However young she’d been, however tragic, she’d known what she wanted, and she’d grabbed for it.

And what do you want? Hope asked herself.

Her hands stilled as her own question surprised her. She had what she wanted. Didn’t she?

A job she loved, friends she treasured, family she could count on whenever she needed it. A lover she cared for and enjoyed.

It was enough, just as she’d told Ryder. It was more than enough.

Yet something niggled at her, something inside her that wanted to stretch for more.

Don’t spoil it, she warned herself. Don’t start piling on expectations. Take it all as it comes, and be happy now.

She stepped back as Carolee pulled in, and went through the arch to meet her at her car.

“I’m loaded!” Carolee announced.

“And I’m here to help.”

“So’s she.” Carolee gestured as Justine pulled in. “She’s been behind me the last mile and a half. Good timing,” Carolee called out. “Grab a bag and haul it in.”

Justine, wearing sandals with rainbows for straps and sugary pink sunglasses, flexed her biceps. “I’ve got the power. Jesus please us, it’s freaking hot.”

“I’d hoped that storm last night would cool things off.” Carolee reached in, pulled out a skid of toilet paper. “No such luck.”

“Took down a branch as big and wide as Willy B and dropped it across my lane. I had to get the damn chain saw.”

“You ran a chain saw.” Hope gaped at her.

“Honey, I can run a chain saw, a wood splitter, and whatever else you toss at me. If I have to. One of the boys would’ve done it, but I wasn’t calling them away from work when I could do it myself.”

“I can run a Weedwacker.” Carolee laughed as they hauled supplies inside. “But I’ve lived in town for decades and Justine in the woods. Remember how Mama thought Tommy was all but taking you to a foreign country when he bought up that land?”

“Mama figured I’d become a hillbilly. Tommy used to tease her that he was putting in a still.”

“She didn’t approve of him?” Hope wondered.

“Oh, she loved him. Crazy about him. She just didn’t love the idea of him plopping me down in the middle of the wilderness, which was how she saw anything more than three miles outside of town. My father grew up on a farm not far from here, and he couldn’t wait to get some town on him. They were made for each other.”

“Everyone’s got their place,” Carolee said.

“And mine’s in the wilderness. I’m lucky my boys feel the same so I can have them close.”