“Mom? Everything okay?” The exhilaration of racing Cal into the B&B, the anticipation of having him in her bed, faded away abruptly.
“No!”
Natalya made it halfway down the stairs before she saw why. Six inches of water was flowing through the basement. It was an old problem that she’d forgotten about over the years. A French drain around the outside had diverted some of the water and a sump pump usually took care of the rest, but this whole side of Orca Head and the surrounding forest wanted to drain right through the B&B’s basement tonight.
Her mother was standing in the middle of the mess wearing coveralls, waders, yellow dishwashing gloves, and a foul expression. Thankfully, they’d had the problem before so the lowest level of all of the shelving around the room was empty. But if it
