28The next morning, Becca opened the door to an unexpected chill and dark, low-hanging clouds. She went back inside and tucked into a turtleneck and sweatshirt and the red-down jacket she'd worn on her arrival from New Jersey one week earlier.
When she stepped outside, she was greeted by the blue-eyed cattle-dog, whose name, she'd learned, was Beau. The animal trailed along to the inn's front door, which was opened by the birders who had been too tipsy to drive home the night before.
“Thanks so much for taking the keys,” one man called to Gaby.
“Always,” the proprietor answered. “And thank you for letting me charge your credit card for the room. Hey, we both win.”
“Morning, Beau!” The other man reached down and scratched the animal between the ears. “Thanks again, Gaby. Great party!”
