by Kit DeCanti
“John Buchanan. The High Sheriff’s son. He’s one of the first people I met after moving to this area. He’s a fine young man,” Ron added seeing the concern on Mrs. Capra’s face. “Once a mama bear- always a mama bear,” he chuckled to himself.
“Angel met him at the retreat up here on Cobb Mountain a few years back, and they both volunteer there from time to time.”
“Nice to see him again,” Ron said a little confused.
“Well, I think by the way he’s looking at Angel, we’ll be seeing more of him.” Kat smiled knowingly.
“Ahhh amore’,” Jane Capra smiled as she leaned back on her seat as if leaning back into another time, “In Lake County it blooms not just in the spring,” she murmured softly fondling her locket.
………………………..the end