Despite Kellan telling her to be there or else.
She shook off the feeling of abandonment. She didn’t even know these guys.
Besides, perhaps this had all been a big miscommunication.
But after checking the dining room from the entrance, discovering that their car was gone, and then finally asking at the desk if they’d left a message for her . . . she realized they really had left.
They’d stood her up.
Those. Bastards.
Arabella headed back up to her room, trying to pretend that she wasn’t hurt.
That she hadn’t been looking forward to having breakfast with them.
This was a good thing.
She couldn’t rely on anyone else to help her. She should know that by now. People just tended to let her down.
Well, except for Pop-Pop. Who she needed to contact to let them know she was all right. She’d briefly messaged Pop-Pop last night to let him know she’d made it okay.
Of course, she’d left out the part where she was stranded in her car.
No need for him to worry.
She was doing enough of that for the both of them.
After sending him another message and Wilma one too, she sat for a moment and thought about everything she had to do.
First things first, was see if she could stay in this room a bit longer. And then she’d have to find somewhere to live that allowed a dog.
Not that Horse will be staying with you permanently. He probably has his own home.
Right. She had to remember that.
And not feel abandoned just because he might one day leave her.
She headed downstairs to talk to reception. But just as she reached the front desk, someone walked up to her. Turning, she shied back, her heart rate increasing wildly.
Then she realized the man next to her was wearing a sheriff’s uniform.
Was this the sheriff of Haven? Had she done something wrong? Was she not allowed to be here?
Okay. Calm down.
He hasn’t said anything so you don’t actually know what is going on. And from your research you know that he takes care of everyone in Haven, but especially women on their own.
That part made her nervous, too.
She’d moved here for his protection. So she shouldn’t be scared of him.
Right?
Sure, that made sense logically.
Emotionally? She was freaking close to peeing herself.
Which was not the look she was going for.
