LIZ HURRIED AWAY FROM the shop. The meeting with the accountant had taken a lot longer than she’d anticipated. It didn’t help that her mind had been on Jessica the whole time. Now, she figured she had just enough time to get home and take care of her dog and then get back into town for the show.
She didn’t relish coming face to face with Jess again, so soon. As she drove toward her small ranch, she couldn’t help but think even more about her. She ran a hand through her hair.
She wanted to believe the other woman, she really did, but she’d spent a lifetime with an alcoholic father before his passing a half dozen years before with liver disease. She’d lived with years of his drunkenness and lies to cover up his drinking. She’d seen how his disease had beaten down her long-suffering mother
