“It’s nearly dark.”
“We’re not taking her out tonight.”
He stared.
Owen grinned.
“Harbor Transit’s hauling her to Alder Cove in the morning. We’re driving.”
Reid’s shoulders lowered.
“Thank God.”
I frowned.
“You thought I planned a night passage on our wedding day?”
“You once climbed aboard her while using a wheelchair.”
“Powered chair.”
“That does not improve the decision.”
Caleb handed him the station wagon keys.
“Your bags are loaded. Marlowe is staying with us.”
The dog stood beside Erin near the gate, wearing his green ribbon and attempting to eat it.
Reid looked at Marian.
“You knew.”
“I made the reservation confirmation folder.”
“Talia?”
“I packed food,” she said. “You have enough for four days. There are instructions. Noah is not allowed to claim crackers are lunch.”
“Owen?”
“I moved Mercy.”
“Caleb?”
“I lied about the yard schedule.”
Reid looked at me again.
“You organized all this.”
“With help.”
“When?”
“Across several months.”
“You kept a secret for several months.”
