When Lucy stepped into the entrance of the bed-and-breakfast, she was breathless and flushed. She looked around, hoping she could slip up to her room without anyone noticing her.
No such luck.
Gwen stepped out from the meeting room, took one look at Lucy, and said, “What did you do?”
“Nothing!” Even to Lucy’s ears, her voice was shrill.
Gwen pointed to the kitchen. “Get in there and tell me what’s up before I beat it out of you.”
Lucy didn’t put up much of a protest, mostly because she knew that she’d get some cookies leftover from this morning to munch on. While Gwen put a kettle on to boil—the kitchen about one and a half times the size of a normal kitchen—Lucy fiddled with the hair tie she’d put on her wrist.
Gwen set two cups of tea down and a plate of peanut butter cookies, Lucy
