“This pine table goes in the kitchen,” Junie said to the delivery truck driver. She put her hands on her hips, surveying the barely contained chaos on Sunshine Avenue.
One of the movers put the table down and began to push it across the hardwood floor.
“Watch the floors,” Junie cried. “Put some cardboard under those legs or pick it up. I just had the floors sanded and refinished.”
Over the past week, Junie had enjoyed shopping for furnishings and organizing the house. Moving was strenuous work, but she was thrilled to have a place to call home.
That balanced her disappointment over Knox, who had virtually disappeared except for rare sightings at the hotel. And just as she had opened her heart to him. In fact, he still hadn’t visited the gift shop as Ryan had requested. She hoped to hea
