MY BEST FRIEND’S FATHER PT 1
Maeve Callahan stepped out of the car and stretched her legs. The Hawthorne family lake house stood in front of her, wooden and welcoming under the summer sun. She had come with her best friend Lily for a quiet week away from college. At twenty-one, Maeve was petite with freckles across her nose and a tight athletic body from years of running. She loved the peace here.
Lily grabbed her bag and smiled. “This is going to be perfect. No assignments, just swimming and relaxing.”
Declan Hawthorne greeted them at the door. At forty-nine, he looked strong and rugged. His salt-and-pepper hair was still damp from a workout. His broad shoulders filled out his simple t-shirt. He had divorced Lily’s mom six months ago. He hugged Lily first, then pulled Maeve into a quic
