In the Manor with the Millionaire. Cassie Miles

the 1950s when life seemed pure and simple.

      After he showed the ladies the one bedroom that had been repainted and refurbished with velvet drapes, they went back down the staircase to the first floor. Without being rude, he guided them toward the exit.

      Standing at the doorway, Beatrice said, “Be sure to tell that nice young woman, Madeline, that the person to contact about the T-ball team is Grant Bridges. He’s an assistant District Attorney. A fine young man.”

      He noticed a tremor in her voice. “Are you feeling all right, Beatrice?”

      “Grant was almost my son-in-law,” she said softly. “It’s difficult to think of him without remembering my beautiful daughter. Camille.”

      He’d heard this tragic story before. It was part of the curse of Raven’s Cliff. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

      They stepped onto the porch below the Palladian window just as Teddy Fisher’s forest-green SUV screeched to a halt at the entrance. Blake remembered what Madeline had said about Fisher carrying a handgun and stepped protectively in front of the women.