Chapter Three
SANDIE ALWAYS LOOKED forward to Sundays. Most of the tourists were gone, and his inn started to slow down as guests packed up and headed back to their normal, everyday lives, leaving him in peace and quiet. And lately, he was eager for that peace and quiet. All he wanted to do was slip into his bed, pull the covers up to his neck as he slipped his sleeping mask into place, and drift off into quiet slumber. Only his slumber wasn’t quiet. Not lately anyway. Lately, he had been having dreams of the sweetest kind, even sweeter than those he offered his guests. So much so, that he wished they were more than mere dreams.
As he watched some friends of Arden McCarthy finally leave the Daydreamer Inn, Sandie sighed, leaning forward on the counter, his hands clasped together, his chi
