CHAPTER EIGHT
Several days passed in a blur of telephone calls with Richard Goldsmith, tending to Trevor, wedding discussions, and business with guests at the inn. Though Emily was thankful that business was picking up, she also found herself becoming increasingly swamped and overwhelmed.
It came as a surprise (and great relief) when Emily found herself in the living room one evening, with Chantelle drawing by the window and Daniel lighting a fire, the dogs stretched out on the rug. It felt comforting and familiar.
It was only in this state of calm that Emily even remembered the architect’s plans that Trevor had given her the day after Thanksgiving. She’d been so shocked by the sight of them that she had put them to one side, not quite ready to deal with any emotional fall-out they migh
