Traffic was light; it was after all summertime and large portions of Citrus Beach’s population were seasonal residents: only here for the cooler months of the year, so it only took Paul about twenty minutes to pull into the driveway of his home. It had been a silent trip; Megan was going over everything in her head and Paul kept quiet to let her think. Turning off the engine, he nudged her in the arm to bring her back to reality.
“Let’s get you inside and some food in your stomach. Lucy will have everything ready, and I know the two of you are going to want to talk this all over again.”
Megan smiled tiredly and opened her door, getting out to head up the walkway to the front door. She had only taken a few steps up the paved walkway, when the door opened, and Lucy came rushing out to meet
