Chapter Eighteen
The sun was up as Ivy drove past her parents’ house and parked in front of her cottage. She didn’t miss the fact that her father and Chris were standing behind his pickup, watching her drive in, and Mason was lifting a laundry basket from around the side of the house. She stepped out of her Honda in yesterday’s sundress, needing a shower, a change of clothes, and a couple of hours to hide out.
She heard a squeak of a door, knowing it was her parents’ house, but didn’t look to see who it was as she hurried to her cabin. She expected someone to say something, call to her, anything. Almost there. The door handle was in her hand.
There was a footstep behind her, a creak on the step that had her turning as she stepped in the doorway. Chris, it had to be, and he had every rig
