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“Your mother sounds like a smart woman”

Morgan nodded “She was”

Cooper glanced at her sharply and felt like an idiot for not thinking before he spoke

“We good?” he asked, watching her carefully

If she was surprised at his question, she didn’t show it She nodded and settled back

Cooper headed out of town and sped along some of the h, the tean to himself for an entire afternoon

Life, as they say, was good And right now, in this ued the hell out of him, that was about all he could ask for and probably more than he deserved

But he was a Simon, and, selfish bastard that he was, he’d take it

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Morgan Campbell had lived most of her life in the state of Maine and had never visited a lighthouse It was a bit of an oddity considering they were everywhere, it seemed, and in fact, her home stat

e was known for thehthouses that called this particular stretch of coastline home were famous Some for their historical value Others for their beauty And some, like the current one she stared up at, because of the stories

Haunted stories

Crest Island Lighthouse sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Built in the antly crafted, and considering its age, the darn thing had held up well Cooper had arranged a helicopter lift to the 7000-acre island, and the view from above as they flew over had taken her breath away It was desolate and beautiful and dangerous and exhilarating She’d found herself leaning forward, hands and face against the glass so that she could see better

It was so she’d keep for herself and cherish

He was chatting with the groundskeeper, an elderly gentle a red-and-black-plaid scarf that nearly dwarfed his sray flat cap covered his head, though she could see thick, wiry hair curling reen jacket fell to just above his knees, and dark gray rubber boots completed his outfit The man’s hands moved—he was quite animated when he talked—and Cooper nodded at whatever it was he was saying