Nine
Hope glared at Dan’s pickup. It was just like him to show up like this, entirely unexpected to cast a shadow over what had been an incredible night.
“I thought you said he wasn’t coming out until the end of the month,” Gideon said, scowling through the windshield at the vehicle.
“That’s what he said.” Hope’s jaw tightened. “And I’ll bet he didn’t call ahead to make sure he could get a hotel room.”
“I wonder if he did that on purpose.”
“He’s not staying in the cottage with us. He can sleep in his truck if he wasn’t smart enough to make reservations.”
When Owen reached from the back seat and gripped her shoulder in a show of support, she flinched, and it took half a moment to respond and give his hand a grateful squeeze. Still, the warmth in his touch seeped into her skin, and she
