Page 48 of Wynns of Change
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Harlow, in no mood for the woman’s interrogation, turned to Caleb. “Thanks again. We’ll talk soon.”
“You got it.” Harlow strolled down the sidewalk. She didn’t have to look back to know the woman was watching her. Cheyenne, a woman the Mackies had mentioned as being unfriendly and downright rude, seemed very familiar with Caleb.
She waited until she was a block away to call for a ride.
Marty arrived a short time later. “Hey, Harlow.” He hopped down and gave her a hand up. “I thought you were out of town.”
“I just got back.”
During the carriage ride, Harlow and Marty chatted, catching up on what she’d missed the past couple of days. All the while, Cheyenne’s flawless face lingered in her mind. Women’s intuition told Harlow she and Caleb were more than just friends.
Before she knew it, they had arrived at Wynn Harbor Inn. Harlow handed Marty the taxi fare, along with a generous tip. “Thanks for the lift.”
“My pleasure. Welcome home. We missed you.” Marty gave her a friendly wave goodbye, his words echoing in Harlow’s ear.Home.It felt good. It felt right, especially after spending a few nights at the Malibu house.
The trip gave her a chance to compare the two, although there really wasn’t any comparison. Dollar-wise, the Malibu property blew any house on Mackinac Island away, but emotionally, her heart was drawn to the one place a hundred Malibu mansions couldn’t begin to compete with.
Stepping through the gate, Harlow heard someone calling her name.
She spun around. It was Eryn hurrying along, dragging Harlow’s carry-on behind her. “Are you missing a suitcase?”
“The driver who picked me up at the airport offered to drop it off. Thanks for grabbing it. I forgot all about it.” Harlow grabbed the handle and fell into step, filling her friend in on her meeting with Caleb and the promising news about the fire investigator. “I met Cheyenne Clifton.”
Her bestie wrinkled her nose. “And?”
“She reminds me of the Hollywood types.”
“She’s a trip,” Eryn said. “The snootiest of all snooties.”
“I got that impression,” Harlow chuckled. “She was giving me the once-over. I don’t think I measured up.”
Eryn waved dismissively. “Cheyenne doesn’t hold a candle to you. I bet she was fit to be tied when she saw you with Caleb.”
“She didn’t look happy. Are they…”
“Dating?”
“Yeah. Although it’s none of my business, I am curious.”
“I heard they are, but who knows? Caleb doesn’t broadcast details about his personal life.”
“I see.” Perhaps Harlow was overthinking his suggestion about dinner. They were friends. Merely friends. So what if he and Cheyenne were dating? She was an attractive woman. He was an attractive man. Besides, she wasn’t in the market for a boyfriend. She was still married.
Pushing the thought aside, and telling herself she couldn’t care less, Harlow linked arms with Eryn. “You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”
“How much you loved those molasses cookies we made the other night?”
“I’ve been dreaming about those cookies, no doubt.” Harlow licked her lips. “Lighthouse Lane.”
“Maybe you should contact the real estate agent and get the ball rolling.”
“I’ve been on the fence, waiting to see what Robert was going to do, but seeing how he’s signed, I was thinking I should go ahead and pull the trigger. Positive vibes, Eryn. From here on out, it’s only positive vibes.”
Chapter 21
Harlow stood at the curb directly across from her father’s private harbor, checking her watch for the umpteenth time. Island Time Catering had better hurry up, or all of her plotting and planning would be for naught.
Sneaking away to Wynn Harbor Inn’s private beach and dock without being seen was nothing short of a miracle. She’d even given Vic the slip, using the excuse she needed to take care of something urgent, and hurriedly left before he could ask too many questions.
