Chapter Two
The morning sun briefly peeks its way through hefty storm clouds, that sunshine opening Bella’s eyes as she lies tangled in Daniel’s warmth and Daniel’s limbs. Sidling next to him like a young pup, her ears are pricked to the sound of the morning outside the boathouse: birds raising hell in the hedgerows and on the lake, the soft lapping of a fisherman’s scow coming in from a pre-dawn turn on the water, and then the disturbing noise made by sandals hitting the wood slats of the boardwalk by the dock, moving closer. Hearing the quiet knock on the door, she’s sure it’s Zoë. Why would she disturb her now?
Bella moves from bed, drawing a robe from the chair to cover her breasts just in case it’s someone other than Zoë on the other side.
“Ah, you are here,” the slim redhead speak
