Chapter 7

“...then, I ran out of the 8125s for the drop-ships and bulk mailing and had to spend most of the afternoon on the phone with every postmaster in the district. So, first thing tomorrow morning, I have to order them from the warehouse and hope they get here before the end of the week.”

“Maybe you should have them sent FedEx?” Rachel joked. Alex was not amused. “Joking!” She smiled and in spite of himself, Alex smiled back. It was the first time since they’d left the cabin that he seemed to notice she was even there. Except for his remark about how great she looked in the white sleeveless dress she’d changed into, Alex had delicately stayed clear of the topic of her leaving and instead talked about the weather, his truck, the new fishing boat he’d just purchased and his job. Rachel would have killed for a martini, but the sign in the window indicated the restaurant recently opened and had not yet been granted its liquor license.

So, cold sober, she politely tried to st