Sloane wished she could have a moment or two of blissful ignorance so she could forget where she was. Unfortunately, as soon as she opened her eyes and took in the elegant, unfamiliar room where she lay, she knew exactly whose house this was.
Her grandmother. Liz Walker.
If she could have one wish — just one — it would be that she could roll back time to the day before yesterday, when she hadn’t known who her biological father was. Or maybe roll it even further back, to the time before that moment when Jeremy had offered to track down her birth mother. After all, ignorance was bliss.
But if that had happened, she might not have gone with him to Flagstaff. He’d coaxed her along with the promise to locate the woman who’d given her up for adoption. Otherwise, Sloane was pretty sure she wou
