Pru finished turning the room because then it was done and ready for the next guest. While she was up there, she did a quick tidy of the Talbots’ room, making the bed, replacing the towels. Then she headed down to the little office to check messages and emails, in case there were more reservations. She decided that didn’t count as paperwork but just good business. There were two email requests—one for a weekend in August, and one for a week around Labor Day. She emailed them both back, then tried to decide what to do just for her.
She had no idea. Going after Flynn was the first thing she’d done for herself in years. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d done small things for herself, maintaining little rituals and relaxations, when she’d lived alone. Those had mostly fallen by the waysi
