“Let me guess, Goldie called you,” I grumbled when I opened my door to Kelly the next morning. I should have been surprised to see her, but I wasn’t. I’d spent the night in my own home, doors locked. I liked Goldie and Paul, but I wasn’t moving into their house while this fiasco was resolved. Ty had been home, but probably snoring by the time I’d gotten off work. Having him two doors down had been reassuring, although in my bed would have been better.
“Show me the coffee.” She pushed past me into the kitchen and stopped short, pointing at the gnomes sitting on the counter. “What are they doing here?” Sounded as if they were some bad guys screwing up my life. Maybe they were.
“The boys wanted to bring them when we went to the airport. I brought them in from the car and left them there.”
