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had implied they had driven past owners away. It was ridiculous. It must have been Emily. Probably she just didn’t want Lane to know.
    Still, Lane intended to talk to Caleb, see if he knew more than he had told her.
    Making her way back to her room, Lane went in and closed the door. But she wasn’t able to fall asleep.

Chapter Six
    Dylan checked his watch: 8:00 AM . In the mornings, they started at six, worked for a couple of hours, then took a break for breakfast. Winnie was setting food on the table, but Lane still hadn’t appeared. She was usually downstairs by seven. Dylan was beginning to worry when he looked up and saw her walking into the kitchen.
    â€œSorry I’m late,” she said, taking her usual seat beside him at the table. He wished it didn’t feel so good to have her there. “I woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t get back to sleep until almost dawn. I should have set the alarm.”
    â€œIt’s all right, we just sat down.” Dylan did his best to ignore the jean-clad thigh brushing his, tried not to think of the scorching kiss they’d shared in the hallway last night.
    Lane spread her paper napkin over her lap and glanced over at Emily, who was sitting across the table next to Caleb. Emily’s eyes swung to Lane’s, and for a moment neither of them looked away. Dylan wondered what his little girl was thinking, wished she were able to tell him. Knew that she could if she wanted. The thought made his chest feel tight.
    â€œI saw an old friend of yours yesterday,” he said to Caleb as he passed the bacon and scrambled eggs, then filled his plate as the pancakes went by.
    Caleb slid a load of bacon onto his plate. “Oh, yeah? Who was it?”
    â€œHolly Kaplan.”
    Caleb grunted. “I heard she’d moved to town. Got her nursing degree.”
    â€œShe’s working part-time at the Grizzly. Said to tell you hello.”
    â€œLike she thinks I care?”
    â€œSo you don’t?”
    â€œNot anymore. Not since she decided she’d rather be with Eddie McGuiness than me.”
    â€œThat was awhile back, if I recall. When we were still living in Juneau.” Where he and Caleb had first met and become good friends.
    â€œWhat difference does it make where we lived? Doesn’t change what happened.”
    Lane set her coffee mug down on the table. “She seemed like a nice girl. Maybe you should give her another chance.”
    â€œI will. When hell freezes over.” Caleb turned to Winnie, who sat at the end of the table. “Would you pass me some more of those blueberry pancakes, Mrs. Henry? They’re really delicious.”
    Winnie passed the platter, always pleased when the guys cleaned up all of her cooking. “I’m glad you like them.”
    They finished the meal in easy conversation and everyone headed off in different directions. “I’ll see you later,” Dylan said to Lane, who’d been unusually quiet through the meal.
    He hoped she wasn’t regretting that kiss.
    He sure as hell wasn’t.
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    Lane caught up with Caleb in the hall outside the kitchen. “Could I talk to you a minute?”
    â€œSure.” He wore his usual long black braids, as glossy as the feathers of the raven they had talked about. “What’s up?”
    â€œYesterday when we were in town, Charlie Jensen at the mercantile said this place was haunted. He said that was the reason people kept selling and moving away.”
    Caleb just smiled. “Charlie’s a busybody. Worse than a woman.” He grinned. “No offense.”
    She smiled back. “None taken. I was just wondering . . . he said something about a murder. You mentioned people had died here. Do you know what happened?”
    â€œNot really. I heard some of the guys from the village talking. One of them said the last owner sold the place because he kept hearing footsteps in the hall and no one was