A Love to Treasure (Sunriver Dreams Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

spending it in this cool little house.
    The simple space held a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with tempting choices. A single recliner sat by the railing along with a floor lamp. Absolutely perfect!
    A small folded piece of paper was taped to the chair. Her pulse quickened. She grabbed the paper and flipped it open.
    Congratulations on following the clues that led to the house. I hope you are game for all I have prepared for you. Have you enjoyed your stay so far in Sunriver? Did you try the spa? If not, your skills are slipping, dear one. Keep your eyes, ears, and heart open so you don’t miss another clue. Don’t forget to bring along a good book.
    The spa? A good book? Grams never wasted words in her messages. Somehow she’d missed the spa clue, but the book was definitely a clue. She flipped the page over hoping for clear instructions on which book. Nothing. Hmm. She went downstairs and dialed the lodge spa. “Hello, this is Nicole Davis.”
    “Ms. Davis, we’ve been expecting your call,” a professional sounding female voice said. “Would you like to set up your appointment now?”
    “Um, sure. What exactly am I having done?”
    “You’re pre-paid for a facial, manicure, and pedicure.”
    “Wow. Okay.” She scheduled a time and hung up. Grams had thought of everything, but Nicole would give it all up to have her back. She swallowed the lump in her throat and marched to the master suite. The space, though adequate, lacked the posh feel of the rest of the house. It needed a makeover. The wood bedframe had multiple scratches, and the finish needed to be refurbished. The linens looked clean but were faded and worn. She turned and noted the dresser didn’t look any better than the bedframe. At least the space appeared to be clean.
    Midday sunlight streamed in through the large window. Voices traveled from the bike path not far from her home. She loved bicycling and was anxious for an excursion. The person at the rental office said that there were bikes in the garage. Trying not to run, she darted to a door that looked like it should lead to the garage. With a yank it swung open, but not without a loud squeak. A little WD-40 would work wonders on those hinges.
    She flipped on the light. Two bikes, a blue tandem and a red cruiser leaned against the far wall. Excitement bubbled inside her, as if she was five on Christmas morning. She closed the door and walked over to the pair. Other than being well used they seemed to be in good condition. She pushed down on the red bike’s seat—good.
    Three helmets hung from a wall peg. She grabbed one that looked like it would fit and snapped it under her chin. It had been so long since she’d ridden the trails in Sunriver. After opening the garage door, she wheeled out and locked up the house.
    Straddling the seat, she pushed off. Wahoo! The warm breeze lifted her hair, cooling her neck. The pine scent unfolded around her as her tires bumped over every rock and dip in the rough terrain. She finally made it through the stand of pine trees to the paved path and made a right toward the village. At least she hoped she was going the correct way. The circular nature of Sunriver’s trails had a way of turning her around.
    She slowed for a trio of bicyclists hogging the pavement and rang her bell. Relief washed through her when they moved to one side allowing her to pass. Riding that slow would drive her nuts. An annoying bead of sweat trickled down her back, settling at the base of her spine. She eased off the pedals to slow her pace and catch her breath.
    Shifting down, she pedaled up a hill. Her thighs screamed at her to stop. She was more out of shape than she had realized. With one last thrust, she crested a hill and coasted. Her speed accelerated as she flew down the other side of the hill. Hair whipped in her face and across her sunglasses. She laughed, feeling true freedom. When was the last time she’d let loose like this?
    She slowed at the bottom and couldn’t help