After nearly fifteen years of avoiding anything resembling routine, Flynn found himself settling into one with an ease he wouldn’t have imagined. Guests came and went, and he didn’t feel a flicker of the envy that had plagued him as a child. He enjoyed meeting and chatting with each one, and finding a way to personalize their visit. Most swore they’d come back, and that gave him a sense of pride he hadn’t felt working his parents’ B and B. Here he was contributing to what Pru and her sisters were building, making it grow and thrive. And he was putting down roots for the first time in his adult life, twined around the woman he loved and the girl who’d already become a daughter in his heart. Life was good, and he could almost forget the threat hanging over their heads.
Almost.
Then Lydia C
