“I need some help.”

“I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”

“Apparently I’m stuck with this place for the summer. I’ll get somebody in here to run it as soon as I can, but until then …”

“Until then nothing.” She rose from the glider. “I’m not doing it. The sex-crazy newlyweds can help you. And what about Charlotte Long?”

“She says she hates to cook, and she was only doing it because of Judith. Besides, a couple of the guests came looking for me, and all of them take a dim view of her efforts.” He rose and started to pace, his restless energy buzzing like a bug zapper. “I offered them a refund, but when it comes to their vacations, people are completely unreasonable. They want the refund plus everything they were promised in that Virginia magazine.”

“Victoria.”

“Whatever. The point is, we’re going to have to stay in this godforsaken place a little longer than I planned.”

It wasn’t godforsaken to her. It was charming, and she tried to make herself feel happy that they’d be here longer, but all she felt was empty.

“While you were taking your beauty rest, I went into town to put a Help Wanted ad in the local paper. I find out the place is so damn small the paper’s a weekly, and it just came out today, so the next issue is seven days off! I put out the word with some of the locals, but I don’t know how effective that’s going to be.”

“You think we’ll be here a week?”

“No, I’ll talk to people.” He looked ready to take a bite out of something. “But I guess there’s a chance if I can’t find anyone until the ad’s out. Not a big chance, but I suppose it could happen.”

She sat on the glider. “I guess you’ll be running a B&B until then.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You seem to have forgotten that you took a vow to support me.”

“I did not!”

“Did you pay any attention to those wedding vows you were saying?”

“I tried not to,” she admitted. “I’m not in the habit of making promises I know I’m not going to keep.”

“Neither am I, and so far I’ve kept my word.”

“To love, honor, and obey? I don’t think so.”

“Those weren’t the vows we took.” He tucked his hands under his arms and watched her.

She tried to figure out what he was talking about, but her only memories of the ceremony were of the poodles and the way she’d held on to Andrew’s sticky little hand for dear life. A sense of uneasiness crept through her. “Maybe you’d better refresh my memory.”

“I’m talking about the vows Phoebe wrote for us,” he said quietly. “Are you sure she didn’t mention it to you?”