Sheryl weeded with a vengeance, determined to clear the overlooked bed that hadn’t been tended to in weeks. The inn’s three swimming pools sat down the sidewalk a ways, and this area of the grounds wasn’t used by guests. But it should still look pristine, and Sheryl wiped the sweat off her forehead and reached a gloved hand for another w**d.
Javier hadn’t been to work in days as he dealt with becoming a new father. Sheryl had gone to visit him and Melinda and their new baby boy in the hospital, and she was going again that night.
She had to have something scheduled in the evenings so she wouldn’t go crazy. Or go find Gage and beg him to come back to her. Which was also crazy. She’d sat down with a pen and a paper—no computer. No phone—and she’d made a list of all the reasons they weren’t
