Teagan scrubbed a towel through his hair and went into this hotel room. Gwen wanted to go to a farmer’s market that morning, and Teagan wanted to spend time with Gwen. Dinner last night had been a tense affair, and they’d both retired early to their rooms.
He’d been up since dawn, and he’d seen Gwen’s pictures on social media. Pictures of her down on the beach at night, eating gourmet chocolate from a food cart she’d found on the boardwalk—without him.
His chest had pinched, but they’d agreed they could have time to themselves if they needed it. And Gwen obviously needed it. On the second day.
Teagan knew why, but he wasn’t sure how to take back the words he’d said about his daughter. He barely saw Abby, and he honestly hadn’t thought he’d need to introduce her to Gwen. Or any woman, re
