five
Lighthouse Inn
November 1
7:00 a.m.
Ava rolled over and glanced at the clock, knowing she wasn’t going to get any more sleep. Damn the man, she thought, for being so charming and then disappearing to make out with another woman.
Are you sure that’s what was going on?
That’s a stupid question, she tried to tell herself. A kiss is a kiss.
Are you sure about that?
It was just like all those times with Peter.
Is it really?
Why would you ask that?
Think about it.
But she wasn’t willing to delve too far into that relationship. She’d shoved the memories and the feelings so far down inside they didn’t affect her any longer.
Dealing with them is one thing. But don’t lie to yourself.
With a huff, Ava tossed the blanket aside and slipped out of bed. It was obvious she wasn’t gettin
