With every step away from Tess, Mitch’s body tightened in resistance. All the way down the elevator and through the lobby, he wanted to go back to her, to wrap her in his arms and pretend the last weeks hadn’t happened. But they were back in the real world. And hers wasn’t the only one with complications. This was his hometown and he was under no illusion that if he stayed longer than a few minutes in her hotel room, it wouldn’t get back to his family. And her father.
“Mitch Campbell!”
The hail had him turning toward one of the benches that had been added to Main Street as part of the facelift Norah had orchestrated downtown. A pair of familiar blue-haired ladies beamed at him. Manners dictated he walk over and speak instead of bolting like a jackrabbit.
“Evening Miss Betty, Miss Delia.
