The Pining Paradox

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Remind me again why I thought this was a good idea?” Hallie was standing near the window at the check-in counter, peering through the glass to the back patio. Which, for the day, was decked out with a white tent strung with lights that were just starting to glimmer in the setting sun.

The fall weather couldn’t have been more perfect, and with the photos done, Brynn had misplaced her shawl somewhere nearby.

It was crisp but not too cold, and the interior of the tent, where she’d come from to search for Hallie, was adorned with heaters that would keep everyone warm as night descended.