Celia Summers, intrepid mother of two, loves
her work as an art therapist. She’s proud that she gives her
elderly independents something to look forward to each day, even
if her partner, Martin, is disparaging of her efforts.
But then Martin has a secret agenda Celia
knows nothing about. Meanwhile she defends her geriatric
charges, fights to secure gallery space for their artwork, and
fights to keep The Harbour, a home the residents can truly call
home, from being closed. She takes on the might of the town
council; to the point of leaping from a church steeple to bring
attention to the plight of her independents, no matter that she
might fall and end up splattered all over the pavement. When she
does fall, however, it’s much more painfully.
Police Constable Alex Burrows, the son of
long time Harbour resident, Colonel Burrows, whose sense of
humour has made her laugh, whose tragic personal circumstances
have made her cry, whose smile has stolen her heart; turns out
to be just as much a liar as Martin. Can Celia ever trust again?
Can Alex get past her protective family of friends, forgotten by
most of the people in their own lives, and convince her to trust
him, to love him, as he does her?