Chapter 8
Seven a.m.
Ridiculously early. Especially considering she’d woken up at six the prior morning to get her workday done early so that she could drive down to Eagle Cove.
Yet Natalya was awake and was having a hard time denying it.
Saturday! She scowled at her foggy reflection after she’d showered.
Your day off! Her pillow teased her. Stop making the bed and crawl back in it.
Instead, she smoothed the quilt, and worked her way downstairs in a plush robe and her elk slippers (complete with brown fuzzy sides, soft ears, and tiny antlers). She heard voices, but they must be in one of the guest rooms as they stopped the moment Natalya creaked one of the old stairs. The B&B was about half full, but the guests wouldn’t be stirring outside their rooms yet.
Her mom was just starting
