Chapter 12
Cam leaned against the bar and grinned at the sight of Don gingerly cradling Marley and Gage’s daughter, Holly. Babies were cute all by themselves, but put a baby in the arms of a man like Don—rough around the edges with a warm heart—and together they were beyond adorable. It was the quietest time of day at the lodge. Late afternoon was when the lunch rush was over and most of the guests were up on the mountain. The restaurant was close to empty. Gage and Marley had emerged from their private quarters in the lodge with Holly. Cam had returned from a busy morning working with Don to post all the trail signs Marley had ordered.
Delia had sent him down to Midnight Sun Arts early this morning to pick up the signs. Risa Thomas, the gallery manager, had met him at the door. Once upo
