As the large car swept up the drive heading to the front porch, Liam O’Grady sat forward and stared in a reaction approaching disbelief.

Finn St Just was watching, narrow-eyed as well.

A figure was in the middle of the lawn, dancing in the rain in abandon, with grace and fulsome enthusiasm, her arms thrown up, face turned the rain.

Bianca Cruz.

Her white T-shirt was plastered to her body, revealing her curves, the shorts she wore clinging to her thighs. And with her lovely oval face turned up to the rain, her heavy brown hair clinging like a sheet to her curvaceous body, she looked like an ethereal spirit,...