Chapter 6
Sunlight arced through the cab of Emma’s truck as she turned onto the main road, driving toward the harbor to meet Trey and Stuart. She’d inherited her little Toyota truck from Hannah. After Hannah and Luke married, they had one too many trucks. Emma loved that it was slightly worn, its red paint faded. It gave her a sense of comfort.
The early morning sun was bright, the sky crisp blue. Trey called her yesterday morning to check that she could still meet them to fish. She had been in between appointments when she answered. He had sounded formal and polite. When he’d explained that they’d be going out on his boat, she’d inexplicably gotten more nervous. The doubts in her mind kicked at the tires of her attraction to Trey—assessing its worth, its frivolity and just how ridiculou
