Grier entered the house, her mind still contemplating the oddness of Kelly’s visit to the Inn and feeling more than a little proud of the way she managed the situation.
“You look like the cat who caught the mouse,” Nick commented from his seat at the kitchen table.
“Have you even moved from there?” she questioned. He’d been sitting there when she left more than five hours ago, and she’d been in the craft room for hours before this.
“I didn’t have my drill sergeant up my ass telling me to eat or go take a coffee break, so no,” he smiled smugly at her at her grimace. “How was your visit with Twila?”
“Good.” She hung her hat and coat up and then kicked her boots onto the tray mat. His coat was hanging there on the hook. She felt her stomach sink when she realized it wasn’t going to be the
