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was too late to call the office and deciding she really didn’t want to discuss this situation with Kelsey just yet. Now she had no choice.

      “You mean besides her delusion that I’m going to give up my career and move back here to run the inn?” she replied.

      “Oh, boy,” Kelsey muttered. “Is she serious?”

      “She spent an hour at dinner talking about how we need to spruce this place up and get it open again in two weeks,” Hannah said. “I’d say she’s serious.”

      “But you’re not going to do it, are you? You hate Seaview Key and the inn.”

      “Of course I’m not going to do it,” Hannah said emphatically, then sighed. “Actually, I was thinking it might be a good idea to do a few renovations.”

      “But why, if she’s not going to open the inn? You know she can’t manage it alone.”

      Hannah hesitated. “I know,” she said at last.

      Kelsey sucked in a breath. “You want her to sell it, don’t you? Mom, that will break her heart. You can’t do that to her.”

      “What choice do I have?” Hannah asked defensively.

      “None, I suppose,” Kelsey admitted, “but I hate this, Mom.”

      “I know. So do I, but I can’t stay here. I just haven’t figured out how I’m going to explain that to your great-grandmother. You know how she is once she gets an idea into her head.”

      “A lot like you,” Kelsey said.

      “Yes, well, that is the problem, isn’t it?” she said wryly. Suddenly it occurred to her that there had to be a crisis of some kind for Kelsey to be calling from college in the middle of the week. “Enough about what’s going on here. I’ll figure out something. Tell me what’s up with you.”

      Kelsey hesitated. “Maybe this isn’t a good time. We can talk about it when you’re back in New York after you get things straightened out down there.”

      A sense of dread settled in the pit of Hannah’s stomach. “Isn’t a good time for what?” she prodded.

      “You’re sure you don’t want to wait and talk about this another time?” Kelsey asked, sounding oddly hopeful.

      “Now,” Hannah commanded.

      “Okay, then. Remember how I told you at Christmas that school pretty much sucks?”

      “And I said you were just going through a rough patch,” Hannah recalled.

      “Well, it’s more than a rough patch, Mom. Don’t freak out, okay? I’ve really thought about this and it’s what I need to do right now. I’ve decided to quit college, come home to New York and get a job.”

      Hannah’s grip on the cell phone tightened. “In your junior year?” she said, her voice rising despite her best attempt to remain calm. “Are you crazy?”

      “I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Kelsey said petulantly, sounding like a spoiled child rather than the responsible young adult she normally was.

      “No, I don’t understand. And unless you’ve got an explanation that includes full-time employment several steps above flipping burgers, I’m not likely to understand. We had a deal. If I went into debt to get you into Stanford, the school of your dreams, you would stick it out and get your degree in graphic design, no matter what. Remember that?”

      “I remember,” Kelsey said meekly. “But, Mom—”

      Hannah cut her off. “No, there is no but, Mom. You got into Stanford. I’ve paid for three years at Stanford, and you are finishing at Stanford. Period. You don’t get to back out of the deal now.”

      “I can’t stay here.”

      Years ago, after her divorce, Hannah had learned the value of being stern and unyielding. Otherwise, even as a toddler, her strong-willed daughter would have run roughshod over her. She called on that skill now.

      “Of course, you can stay. If your courses are too hard, if that’s what this is about, you can consider dropping one of them, but you’re not dropping out, and that’s final.” She told herself all her daughter needed was a pep talk. She’d probably gotten something below an A on a pop quiz and decided she was heading for failure. “Come on, kiddo. You can do this. You’re smart. You’re more than halfway to getting your bachelor’s degree. You just need to park your butt in the library and do whatever amount of studying it takes to get out of there next year with a degree.”

      “You don’t understand,” Kelsey said.

      “Of course I do, sweetie. We all hit bumps in the road from time to time. We can’t let them throw us off course.”

      “Mom, this isn’t that kind of bump in the road. I’m pregnant,” Kelsey blurted.

      If Hannah hadn’t already been sitting down, she would have fainted dead away and probably cracked open her skull when she hit the floor. Apparently things could get worse. And now she knew how.

      Chapter 2

      Hannah had a splitting headache by the time she finally made her way downstairs to the kitchen in the morning. She’d replayed the conversation with Kelsey in her head over and over for the rest of the night, but not even her best editing skills could change the fact that her daughter was going to have a baby.

      Grandma Jenny looked up as she entered the kitchen. “I thought you were going to sleep the day away,” she commented, then took a closer look. “You don’t look so good. Are you sick?”

      Sick at heart, Hannah thought, but she kept it to herself. There’d be time enough to tell her grandmother what was going on after Kelsey arrived in the next day or two, as soon as she could get a flight from California. Hannah had made her promise not to make any big decisions or do anything drastic until they had more time to talk things through.

      “I didn’t sleep much,” she told her grandmother. “A cup of coffee should perk me up, though.”

      “Good. Then we can get started with that list. I’ve got some help lined up, so we need to get ourselves organized.”

      The pounding in Hannah’s head took on a more urgent beat. “As soon as I’ve returned a few calls from my boss,” she promised, searching in a cupboard until she found a bottle of aspirin. She popped two of them. “He left a bunch of messages for me yesterday and I didn’t get them until it was too late to call back last night.”

      A frown settled on Grandma Jenny’s face. “Why’s he bothering you? I thought you were quitting that job.”

      “No, Gran, I didn’t quit,” Hannah explained patiently. “I’m just on vacation for a couple of weeks.”

      “Well, you should give it up for good. This is where you belong. You’d be your own boss here.”

      No, Hannah thought, she’d be answering to her grandmother, and as annoying as Dave Harrow could be from time to time, he was easier to deal with than Gran.

      “Let’s not go there right now, okay?” Hannah pleaded. “I’m here for a couple of weeks and that’s it.”

      Her grandmother waved off the explanation as if it were of no consequence. “But you’re still down here on your own time, am I right? Your boss shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. Anyone who works as hard as you do deserves to have a vacation that’s really a vacation. A boss who appreciates you would know that.”

      “He’s not really taking advantage of me, Gran. I left without much notice. There are a lot of loose ends that need to be tied up. Look, the call shouldn’t take long. You start on that list of renovations and we’ll go over it when I come back inside. I can get better cell phone reception on the porch.”

      “Well, you’d best hurry. Some

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