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Barbara McCauley
To my readers everywhere—thank you!
You are all special to me. I wish you much love,
laughter and happiness.
Sheets of icy January rain rippled across the Savannah countryside. Lightning exploded in the dark sky. Thunder rumbled through the magnificent oaks that lined the private stone drive, rattled the wide, sweeping branches and shook the moss-covered trunks.
The night wasn’t fit for man nor beast, but when Abraham Danforth called his family to gather for a meeting, they came.
Though white-capped waves crashed on the beach below Crofthaven Manor, Reid Danforth was warm and dry inside the comfort of his car. Duke Ellington drifted quietly from the BMW’s CD player, blended with the sound of the pelting rain on the car’s roof and the whish-whish of the windshield wipers. After a long, hectic day negotiating a shipping contract with Maximilian Paper Products, one of Danforth & Co.’s largest clients in Austria, Reid was grateful for the peaceful thirty-minute drive to his family’s house.
A drive, Reid thought as he pulled in front of the tall, black wrought-iron gates, that was about to come to an end.
