“There’s my gorgeous Southern girl, looking all rested and relaxed.”
It couldn’t be. She spun around to find Greg Whitehead standing on the sidewalk, smiling. He quirked an eyebrow when he spotted Bailey in her arms. Bailey returned the favor with a low growl.
Terrific.
*****
“Terrific!” The last member of the band had finally texted a response about inviting Thea to play with them tomorrow. All systems go. He could head up the mountain to ask her and find out what this Gregory guy was to her at the same time.
Not that he cared. The guy got on his nerves was all.
Besides, no one like that could possibly have caught Thea’s eye. There was something off about him.
Jake shook his head, picked up his hammers and started playing “Tripping Up the Stairs”. The sprightly Irish jig would conf
