Devin had woken a dozen times in the night, wondering at the expressway’s roar, only to remember he was nowhere near the Kennedy or the LSD. Lake Shore Drive was two thousand miles away. He’d finally watched the moon set into the ocean just an hour before dawn.
He hadn’t expected to find Gina Lamont in the kitchen starting breakfast.
“Aren’t you on your honeymoon?”
“Nope,” Gina handed him a large mug of coffee. “Cal Jr. and Cal Sr. run the town bakery together, so we tossed a coin and Senior and I took our honeymoon the week before the wedding.”
“Oh,” Devin sipped the coffee and settled at the small booth seat so that he’d be out of her way after his offer of assistance was refused. “I guess that means that your daughter got stuck with all of the final wedding arrangements.”
“Exactly!
