Chapter Seven
Lela went back to life without Nathan and focused on running the Wildbow Inn. Every morning she woke up early to make a different hot breakfast and set the dining room tables. She chatted with her guests, checked out the ones departing, cleaned and refreshed each room, and restocked the welcome baskets with local treats and offers. If it wasn’t for the inn and church, she would only leave her bungalow to replenish the little food she needed each week.
“Good morning,” she greeted Betty Lou, a guest who was quickly becoming one of her favorites.
“Good morning, Lela. Aren’t you a chipper thing?” she said in a classic East Texas twang. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she sat at the little table in the kitchen as she’d done almost every morning since she arrived a week a
