CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Emily pulled up outside Amy’s East Village apartment and killed the engine of her car. It had been a long drive through the night and she was exhausted.
She took her cell from her purse and dialed the inn, not wanting to speak to Daniel. It was Lois who answered.
“Can you put Chantelle on the line?” she asked.
“Sure,” Lois replied. Then, through the muffled sound of her hand on the receiver, heard Lois shout out, “Chantelle! It’s Emily!”
Emily cursed inwardly. She hadn’t really wanted Daniel to know she was calling.
Chantelle’s voice appeared on the other end of the line, as bright as ever. “Are you in New York now?”
“Yup,” Emily replied. “Did Daddy let you have syrup on your pancakes?”
“No,” Chantelle said glumly. “But he let me have strawberries.”
“That’s nice
