Maddy wiped the last counter in the kitchen, a sense of accomplishment coming over her. She poured so much of her heart and soul into this single room, all so she could turn out amazing feasts for the guests in the one next door.
The Lighthouse Inn had only been open for about a month, but they’d gathered nearly three hundred reviews online. All of them mentioned the quality of the food and how good it was. She needed that. It fed her pride and kept her from hitting snooze on her alarm—on her life—every single morning.
Someone needed her, in a world where she hadn’t felt needed since her divorce. Her mind went down whatever path it wanted to as she cleaned, and she’d been going over the get-together from only an hour ago. The emotions out on the deck had been sky-high, and Maddy’s had go
