CHAPTER 2
Sam stepped through the front door of the inn, already registering the babble of voices, and wondered if it was too late to book a massage at the spa. She hauled her suitcase over the threshold and looked up, right into the sea-blue eyes of the biggest mistake of her life. The sucker punch of it had her mouth falling open, her breath escaping in a silent gust. If she’d had anything in her hands, it would have fallen from nerveless fingers.
Griffin Powell. Former high school running back. Bad boy. Tutee. And, for a blink eight years ago, her husband.
He was here, in the flesh. Safe. Whole. Relief was another mule kick to her chest. But it was the stunning shock that he’d really come back for her that nearly took her to her knees. Then the fury boiled up, fresh and bright, strai
