Janey walked past yet another delivery van parked in front of The Lighthouse Inn. They’d been getting things for the past week, and a giddiness bubbled inside her she hadn’t anticipated.
She eyed the double-wide glass doors as she passed them, her destination not inside the inn today. She’d vowed not to go inside and talk to Julia Harper again. She’d told no one about the incident, and she’d started at Sean’s law firm this past week. She barely had time to eat, sleep, and get to work, let alone stew about the half-sister that had come to Nantucket Point and now lived and worked only a football-field-distance from the cottage.
Tessa had been branching out too, having tea with a woman who lived in Nantucket full-time on the next street over. Janey had barely missed meeting her, but she was
