Dave pushed into the station, already in a surly mood. He had two more weeks of making this drive, and it was getting harder and harder. Getting up at five o’clock to go running was hard. Heck, making coffee was hard.
Everything was hard without Brooklynn in his life.
He’d driven to Port Angeles with Audrey today, and she’d talked almost nonstop about his retirement party and dinner. The announcements had gone out last week, and she’d received hers in the mail.
Which meant Brooklynn had too.
“Can I see the RSVP list?” he asked his secretary, and he shuffled a few papers and folders on his desk before producing it.
“This is what we have so far, sir.”
“Thanks, Rick.” Dave scanned it, the one name he wanted on the list not there. Had Brooklynn not received her invitation? Had she not re
