The map said forty minutes. The mountain disagreed.Della Hartley drove into Birch Notch with a plan as clean and cold as the snow falling on the windshield: sell the failing little inn her great-aunt left her, pocket the money, and be back in her polished city life by New Year's. She's spent fifteen years rebuilding herself out of the ruins of a layoff, and she doesn't do sentiment. She doesn't do detours. She certainly doesn't do stubborn carpenters standing in the middle of her l...