_Author’s POV_
Rowena came through the front door at a near-run, which was the fastest she had moved in days that weren’t motivated by an emergency, and nearly walked directly into Greg.
He was standing in the middle of the front path with his hands in his pockets and the particular expression of a man who had arrived somewhere he had not been explicitly invited and had decided that confidence was the best available strategy.
“Greg,” Rowena acknowledged.
“Rowena.” He grinned. “You look great. Divorce agrees with you.”
Kasper, standing ten feet away near the second truck, made a sound that was either a laugh or a cough and was probably both.
Greg Fenn had been Kasper’s closest friend since they were fourteen years old, which meant Rowena had known him for roughly the sam
