Chapter 4

Sloane saw Rhys before Conrad did.

Her eyes moved from the man beside the dark SUV to the suitcase at my feet.

The smile she had been wearing disappeared.

"Morning, Maren," Rhys called. "Ready?"

Conrad straightened so fast that one of Sloane's ski boots slid off the bumper and hit the driveway.

He turned.

For a second, he only stared.

Then he looked at me. "What is he doing here?"

I pulled the front door shut behind me and rolled my suitcase down the porch steps.

"Picking me up."

"For what?"

"The coastal trail. I am still using the cottage."