“I’ll get it done as quickly as I can,” Janey said as she lugged her carryon toward the front door. Tessa followed her, her displeasure as loud as a wail though she didn’t make a sound. “It’s just work. Sunny can’t do anything with Rogers and Yardley without me, I swear.” Janey made her voice as frustrated as she dared without going over the top.
She opened the front door and found her cab waiting in front of the cottage. Relief rose through her as quickly as the sun reared its face over the ocean each morning. Setting her suitcase on the ground, she turned back to her sister. “Three days, tops.” She drew Tessa into a hug, ignoring the frown on her sister’s mouth and eyebrows. She looked so much like Mom when she wore that expression, and Janey held her extra-tight as her emotions surged.
