What else can possibly go wrong this weekend? Maddy couldn’t help the poisonous thoughts in her head. But seriously. A squall. Julia’s parents at dinner. A k********g. Now a windstorm causing damage to the inn twice in the same day?
What else can possibly go wrong this weekendShe exited the hallway to a blast of cold air, and she flew down the steps toward a man standing in front of the now-shattered entrance to The Lighthouse Inn. He looked up, his eyes wide as the wind now whipped through the lobby, tickling the picture frames and making the tassels on the pillows waver.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was just coming in for a minute to get out of the wind, and it just…” He looked behind him. “Snatched the door from me.”
Julia crowded in behind Maddy, as did Janey and Annie. The four of t
