Tragedy made them strangers. The truth could change that...
Lacey Morganâs grandmother is the only reason she has to ever set foot in Silver River. Her hometown is populated with too many ghosts and memories. Too many painful reminders. Including Rory Dalton.
In all her brief visits over the past ten years, theyâve barely spoken. Locked on opposite sides of the tragedy that tore their lives apart, they buried their feelings along with their parents. But this trip is different. She will stay a little longer. Dig a little deeper. And try to solve the mystery that has kept them from the truth...and each other.
âJust because youâre riding in my truck doesnât mean weâre back together.â
âNo, of course not. Thatâs not what I meant.â Did Rory think she hoped for reconciliation? After ten years? Ridiculous. âThatâs one nice thing about living in Boise. I can walk down the street and nobody knows me.â
âOr your past.â
âOr my past. Yes.â Lacey didnât even try to keep the bitterness out of her voice.
âYouâre not the only one,â he said grimly.
âIâd ask you in, but youââ
âNeed to go,â they said in unison.
To say sheâd forgotten the effect he had on her would be a lie. He still had the power to warm her with his presence, to make her yearn for his kiss.
Why hadnât Rory married and started a family of his own?
Why hadnât she?
Dear Reader,
When I visited central Idaho and the beautiful Salmon River country, I knew I had to set a story there. And so the town of Silver River came into being, along with its namesake river and the surrounding mountains.
As the story goes, ten years ago a horrible murder was committed in Silver River, a crime the town never forgot and that profoundly affected the lives of Lacey Morgan and Rory Dalton. They were high school seniors and planned to spend the rest of their lives together. The crime shattered those plans. Rory and Lacey became virtual strangers.
Now new evidence regarding the murder comes to light. But is it too late for Rory and Lacey? And what if revealing the truth adversely affects others? Might there be circumstances in which the truth should be kept secret?
These were just a few of the questions I encountered while writing Silver River Secrets. Good thing Rory and Lacey took over, and I didnât have to answer them! I hope you will agree they made the right choices.
Visit my website at lindahopelee.com or email me at [email protected]. Iâm also on Facebook and Twitter (@lindahopelee).
Linda
LINDA HOPE LEE lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes traveling to new places, especially to small towns that might serve as settings for her novels. In addition to contemporary romance, she writes in the romantic suspense and mystery genres. When she is not writing, she is busy creating watercolor paintings or drawing in colored pencil or pen and ink. Another pastime is photography, which she uses as inspiration for her art and for her stories. She also collects childrenâs books and anything to do with wire fox terriers.
CHAPTER ONE
âSHEâS B-A-ACK,â Sam Porter announced.
âThat so?â Rory Dalton didnât bother to look up from under the hood of Samâs â66 Ford Mustang. Instead, he focused on installing the carâs new water pump.
âYep. Sheâs just about to head over the bridge. Arenât you gonna come look?â
Rory gave the wrench another twist. âIâm busy fixing your car, in case you didnât notice. Besides, how do you know itâs her?â
âSheâs driving a convertible with the top down. A white Camaro. Could be a classic.â
âNo kidding.â Rory straightened and regarded his friend, who stood at the open end of Daltonâs Auto Repair. He and Sam had been buddies since they played football for Silver River High ten years ago, and both shared an interest in classic cars.
Sam laughed. âThought thatâd get your attention. Hurry up or youâll miss her. She travels.â
Rory tossed the wrench on the workbench and trotted over to stand beside Sam. From the shopâs hilltop vantage point, he had a sweeping view of the highway leading into Idahoâs Silver River. Her car was the only one on the road. As Sam said, it was a Camaro. A â75, to be exact, not quite old enough to be considered a classic. Still, a fine set of wheels.
The car held his interest for only a moment, and then he zeroed in on the driver: Lacey Morgan. Her long, dark brown hair swirled around her face. Sunglasses shaded her eyes, and a sleeveless top exposed her tanned arms.
Roryâs throat went dry.
Just then, she looked up to the hilltop. Rory jumped back, hoping she hadnât spotted him. He didnât want her to think he had the slightest interest in her return to Silver River.