Chapter Seven
“You going to be all right by yourself?” Sean posed the question over a bowl of Lauren’s chili, a corn muffin in his hand.
“Why not?”
“We haven’t done an overnight excursion this long.”
“It’s only three days. I’m not a child.”
He noted her expression a little warily. Sure, she was all spunk and confidence, but he wasn’t sure that the loose endings of her unraveling had been successfully tied. Three days after their last confrontation—two days since Shelley’s departure, he could still see the disquiet it her. The weather concerned him too—having become changeable in the last week, he kept a close eye on the weather reports, worried that she’d be alone when a major storm blew in. Still, the trip couldn’t be helped. He could take her with him, but she’d fight him tooth and
