August hadn't been kidding about her stepdad having money. Graeme stood outside of the restored old schoolhouse that was now her family home in Maiden Rock.
The town itself was beautiful. It drew visitors for its quaint, historic charm and for the fact that it ran along the Mississippi while being only a short distance away from Minneapolis-St.Paul in neighboring Minnesota.
Alan and Susan Smith. Her parents had such common, average names—you could almost expect to find them in every city in the U.S. Alan worked as a pharmacist in St. Paul, which was convenient at the moment seeing as how he wasn't currently at home.
"Isn't it beautiful?" a female voice asked behind Graeme. He turned slowly with his hands in his pockets and saw a young attractive woman smiling at him.
"Yes, it is," he agreed.
"You don't look familiar," she observed, and he didn't miss the way her eyes slowly slid down his body before returning to his face with a flirtatious smile.
