She held out her hand. “Hello. I’m Fiona Casey. You must be Shaun Tanner.”
“I am,” he said, taking her small hand in his. “Are you settling in okay?” He held her gaze, admiring the glacial blue of her irises, her defined cheekbones, and the pink lips that curved into a smile. Pretty, he thought.
“Yes. Everyone has been great.” She started to separate the items, then asked, “Would you like lunch?”
“Please. It’s one of the reasons I stopped by. But you don’t need to go out of your way.”
“No problem. Two sandwiches aren’t much work.” She glanced at him. “I heard you’re often here around dinner.” She pulled out slices of bread and spread mayo and mustard.
“It gives me a chance to get caught up on what’s happening at the lodge, and to keep an eye on Carli.”
Fiona lifted a brow. “From what
