Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Other Books by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“You listen to me, Molly! Fun and games are over. I’ve got better things to do than waste my time like this.”
“This isn’t a waste of time. It’s—”
“I’m not going to be your pal! Can you understand that? You want our relationship to stay out of the bedroom? Fine. That’s your prerogative. But don’t expect me to be your buddy. From now on you entertain yourself and stay the hell away from me!”
She watched him stomp off. Even though she probably deserved a little of his anger, she still felt disappointed with him.
Summer camp was supposed to be fun, but Daphne was sad. Ever since she’d capsized their canoe, Benny had been mad at her. Now he didn’t ask her to spin around in circles until they got dizzy. He didn’t notice that she’d painted each of her toenails a different color so they looked like they’d been dipped in a puddle of rainbows. He didn’t squish his nose and stick out his tongue to get her attention or burp really loud. Instead, she saw him making stupid faces at Cicely, a bunny from Berlin, who gave him chocolate rabbits and had no flair for fashion.
Molly set aside her notebook and made her way to the sitting room, taking along the newest box of Say Fudge. She dumped it into a milk-glass bowl that still held crumbs from yesterday’s fudge. It had been four days since she’d overturned the canoe, and each morning since then she’d found a fresh box sitting on the kitchen counter in the cottage. It sure eliminated any mystery about where Kevin had been the night before. Slytherin!
He’d done everything possible to get away from her except the one thing he should do—move back into the B&B. But his aversion to being around Lilly was worse than his aversion to being around her. Not that it mattered much, since they were hardly ever in the cottage at the same time.
Depressed, she shoved a piece of fudge into her mouth. It was Saturday, and the B&B was full for the weekend. She wandered into the foyer and straightened the pile of brochures on the hall console. The job ad had appeared in the paper, and Kevin had spent the morning interviewing the two best candidates, while Molly had shown the B&B guests to their rooms and helped Troy with the new cottage rentals. Now it was early afternoon, and she needed a writing break.