Somehow, Tess made it through dessert and the viewing of Mitch’s plans with nobody calling her out for acting anything other than normal. Not that anybody here, including her father, really knew what normal was for her. The family insisted on utilizing their small army status to wipe out all the dinner dishes, and she could hardly protest on the grounds of needing the time and space to have a little freak out. So she said thank you instead and chatted over a cup of tea as they made short work of the mess she’d made.
“Sandy and I can drive you back to the hotel.”
“I appreciate that Dad, but I think Mitch and I need to iron out the details here.” Like whether they were really going through with it.
Her father looked like he wanted to say something else, but bit it back. “You’ll be needing
