Rome
Thanks to the good folks of Lake Starlight, it didn’t take me too long to find Harley. I’m grateful that Holly’s mom, Karen, sticks her nose in business that isn’t hers and that my uncle Brian likes to brag about his nieces and nephews to anyone who will listen. It made finding Harley and Calista pretty damn easy.
I paced my floor with a dull headache most of the morning because I had no idea when a good time to stop by would be. When does a baby wake up? f**k if I know.
I walk past the Cozy Cottage B&B’s lawn, which is littered with what Selene calls art, when my phone vibrates inside my pocket. I pull it out of my jacket and see Savannah’s name on the screen—again—and send her to voicemail—again. She’s in fix-it mode, but there’s nothing to fix until I know exactly what’s going o
