After a long drive from hell with her insides churning into a knot the size of Great Britain, Camryn pulled into her parents' driveway and got out of the car. Judging by the amount of other vehicles, the majority of the family had beaten her here. Including Troy.
She stared at his truck. The only way she'd know for sure if he cared about her was to talk to him. But old Camryn wanted to plaster on a stoic face and not confront him at all. Pretend she didn't feel like her organs had been ripped out.
Popping the trunk, she removed her overnight bag and headed up the walkway. She stopped short, finding Heather and Justin waiting for her on the front porch.
Closing the distance between them, she smelled roasted lamb and gibanita baking. The heavenly, royally fattening scents wafted through t
