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      He couldn’t see her face. Was she referring to him? Roots here. Caleb shook his head but bit back the snort that was his first response.

      “Sunrise will be a true blessing, Caleb. You wait and see. Hard not to greet the day with enthusiasm when you can watch the sun break on Otter Lake.” Janet patted his arm. “It’ll cure whatever ails you, I guarantee.”

      His mother. This job. What to do about Winter Kingfisher. The list was short but overwhelming.

      “Well, now, I’ll get out of your hair. You take a minute or five right here. Work can wait that long.” Janet offered him the key ring and waved. “Next time you’re in town, stop in at the souvenir shop and let me know if you have any problems. Bring me a check. I’m easy to track down.”

      Before he could get a phone number, something that might come in handy for a landlord, Janet was gone.

      “Guess I’ll be making another visit to Sweetwater Souvenir soon.” Caleb stretched out his legs and focused on the peekaboo view of shining Otter Lake. Why hadn’t he spent more time in Sweetwater? Resting his head against the back of the chair was nice, but his eyelids grew heavy. Something about the place was sapping his restless energy. He should get up.

      He should do a lot of things, but the truth was that work could wait. His problems would still be there after a short nap.