TWENTY-SIX
H RAN HIS ERRANDS WHILE she did the laundry. By the time he returned, the truck was loaded up, and they still had grocery shopping to do. For some unfathomable reason, H seemed to be in a rush. Unlike her. Tess took her time at the produce section, picking everything at a pondering pace.
Her laissez-faire approach seemed to fuel H’s determination to be contrary. He packed up the truck in record time, then swore under his breath at her request to stop at the liquor store.
By the time they pulled around the trees, bringing the trailer into view, it was two after nine, which didn’t bother her at all. Daire was waiting, shoulder propped on the end of the Airstream, arms folded, looking mean. Ignoring him, she hopped out and opened up the back door.
“My daughter has no sense of t
