CHAPTER 8
FROM THE KITCHEN, Riley heard the growl of a motor crawl into her driveway and putter to a stop. Her stomach gave a lurch. Last night’s disaster was sure to bring a little media retribution her way, and she wasn’t ready to face the probing questions, the same ones she’d been asking herself. Teren had arranged to pick her up early and get her out of the house. She passed her wet hands over a kitchen towel and stepped across the cool tiles and onto the hardwood floor of the living room, peering out at the boxy SUV. The scowl she wore dropped away and she laughed as Teren’s legs emerged and he strode across the lawn to the front porch. She walked out to meet him.
“Good morning, Riley. Share the joke?”
“I expected you to pull up with a couple kayaks strapped to the top of your sma
