Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Ruby
I step across the threshold into the Timberline Inn and hand my coat to the attendant.
The reception area glows with warm lamplight that bounces off the polished timber beams and vintage brass fixtures.
Heart garlands accent the Old West charm, turning the place into a Valentine’s postcard come to life.
I follow the music into the event room, where the cotillion is already underway. The connecting tent is filling up as well. The band is playing a classy country tune. Soft fiddle, warm guitar, completely romantic.
Several women carry single-stem roses, gifts from their valentines. Two of the older ladies sport corsages on their wrists.
The place is teeming with friends and neighbors dressed in their finest, most of them paired off.
I spot Nick deep in conversation, his arm wrapped protectively around Tessa in her sleek black sheath dress.
Mrs. P. is making her rounds, greeting everyone like she personally built the inn.
Ivy and Beau and Rue and Gary, the owners of the Silver Quill bookshop are on the dance floor.
Desiree and the hardware-store guy are laughing by the punch table.
Mae shuffles with her grandson, Dylan, both of them having fun.
And then I see him. Standing just inside the doorway, wearing a crisp white shirt and turquoise bolo tie. He’s looking directly at me. Like he’s been waiting.
Griffin.
My breath catches, my heartbeat stumbles, a single truth dislodges.
I missed him.
And now he’s here.
He didn’t leave.
I have no idea what that means, but I think I’m about to find out.
His expression appears forlorn. Something inside me breaks a little. I care about this man. A lot.