CHAPTER 2
Ginger Lewis followed the driveway around to the back of the Driftwood Guest House and parked her 4Runner in an empty spot. She recognized two of the other cars there, which meant security was somewhere on the property and the doctor was still here. Crap.
She swallowed her fear and focused on what really mattered. Inside was a family that needed a little help this holiday season, and she and Max had a job to do.
She needed to get herself together.
The first time she’d been here, she’d been terrified and hurting—physically and emotionally. Eighteen years old, going on forty-five.
Ginger took a deep breath, tasting the salty tang of the sea that always permeated the air here and letting the ocean smells and the fresh air anchor her in the present. She wasn’t that scared young
