Chapter 11When Kelsey’s dad dropped her at the door of her new home, she was shaking. Whatever illusion of cool she’d managed during the wedding shattered as they approached the house and pulled into the drive.
She said goodbye to her father in a hollow voice. He turned his cheek to her as though expecting a kiss. She didn’t lean over and give him one. Instead she quickly let herself out of the car and hurried toward the front door of the two-story ranch house.
The house was beautiful — white and gleaming, with rust-red shutters and a tidy front porch. But Kelsey barely noticed. She was distracted by the motorcycle in the driveway, and then by the bike’s owner, who was standing on the front porch, looking large, imposing, and grim.
She tried to avoid looking at him as she walked up the
