Annie put on her blinker and eased off the road and into the parking lot at the gas station. “Coffee?”
“Definitely,” Paige said. Annie counted her blessings that her daughters had gotten up early with her this morning to do the sunrise ocean tour. Maddy had given them three spots on the yacht, and Annie had enjoyed the cold, crisp breeze coming over the water as the sun had lifted into the sky. Maddy spoke with such knowledge about the sea, and Annie could see why her tours booked out weeks and months in advance.
Once she and the girls had returned to The Lighthouse Inn, they’d decided to head out for breakfast, as Maddy then had to go from boat captain and tour guide extraordinaire to chef.
The place Annie had looked up online was seasonal and closed for the winter, so she, Paige, and
