Chapter 16

“Only if you play.”

“Only if we do the Kreutzer.”

“Deal.”

Gerald Preece was impressed by his daughter’s enthusiasm for data entry and made no inquiries once she had completed the task and indicated an urgent need elsewhere. “Thanks for the help,” he said as he settled back in. Minutes later Jennalee had her keyboard and was hurrying toward the bluff.

She wore cutoff jeans and a white cotton tank top and left her shoes behind, climbing the bluff in the kind of heat that undid things. Up top Harley was running some Vivaldi beneath the oak tree and Jennalee waited nearby, settling onto the warm ground to let all else fall away.