Weathering storms had never really been Tawny’s strong suit. She quit jobs, ran from resorts, or disappeared inside her house for days on end.
Tyler kept trying to talk to her, and she couldn’t fathom why. So she ignored his call and slid another pan of brownies in the oven. It would join the cookies, lemon bars, and cakes she’d made over the past week. Her freezer was quite full, but she’d have treats for the next six months for the Women’s Beach Club. And she was going to need them—the desserts and the women in the club.
She curled into the couch, the loss of Lazy Bones beside her somewhat heartbreaking too. Her mind and her heart seemed constantly at war, and they also seemed to enjoy playing tricks on the other.
The timer went off on the brownies, and she startled, realizing she’d l
