Chapter Six
The morning after her rampage against all things Denmari, Paige woke to a cool clear mountain air type of morning, the sort that never failed to get her blood pumping in anticipation for the day ahead. It was barely nine o’clock and, having met with the lawyers in what had to be the fastest will reading in the history of wills and testaments-she got everything-Paige was faced with an entire day with nothing to do.
She could clean the house, as the place was beyond large and there always seemed to be more scrubbing and polishing just waiting to be tackled. Or maybe a quiet walk along the lake was in order-always a favorite way to pass a brisk morning, or a sleepy afternoon.
Then again, she considered, propping one modestly heeled foot on the deck railing and cradling a hot cup of hazelnut flavored coffee, maybe it was time to pay a visit to some old friends. Not that she had many old friends to drop in on, she conceded. Between her step father, going away to school, and her own once-nervous tendencies, the only friends from her old life that she really had were Guy-out of the question-and Hailey. Yes, Paige decided on a spurt of impulse, she would pay a visit to her old friend Hailey. Today. Now.