Chapter Four
Annalina chattered away the next afternoon as I cooked us some brunch. We’d slept late, the trip having taken its toll on both of us. Bradley was nowhere to be found, the only evidence of him having done anything before leaving earlier involving a half-pot of coffee.
“Do you usually stay here mom? This is such a nice place!”
I threw her a smile over my shoulder as I finished frying the eggs and turned off the burner. “Yes, it is, isn’t it?”
“He seems really nice.”
I frowned, but cleared my face before turning toward her with our plates. Setting them down on the table, I took a seat as I responded. “Mr. Blackwell is nice. He’s also very busy, so I don’t want you to get in his way, okay?”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Come on, mom. I said he’s nice. That doesn’t equal intere
