Jennie Zimmerman was in fact, not happy to be back in Hawthorne Harbor. And to have Bennett Patterson right there in front of her? A witness to her creative madness. Judging how she’d plugged in her appliances.
And now watching her cry like a fool.
She tried to school her emotions but they’d been on a yo-yo for weeks now.
Months, she thought. Six months, to be exact. Six months today since her fiancé had not shown up at the altar, leaving Jennie standing at the end of the aisle, her hand clutching her father’s arm, desperately hoping he’d come out any moment.
MonthstodayWell, he hadn’t. And Jennie hadn’t seen him again at all.
“You really can’t plug six things into an outlet meant for two,” the older of the two firemen said. Jennie knew his name; she just couldn’t think of it.
He hel
