Red Clover Inn. Carla Neggers

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      “Least I could do, mate,” the Englishman said.

      “Thanks.”

      “Heathrow?”

      “Yep. No rush. I don’t care if I miss my flight.”

      “On your way to Washington?”

      “Via Boston and Knights Bridge.”

      “Ah,” Mabry said. “Watch yourself in Knights Bridge. I went there for a wedding and now I’m planning my own wedding.”

      “Your first?”

      “And only.”

      That’s what Greg had thought at his wedding, but he kept that tidbit to himself.

      He got in the car. He watched the English countryside pass by. He’d be seeing Andrew and Megan in a few days. He’d booked their flights, too. That would help on the long trip across the Atlantic. Maybe he’d find a book on diving and marine archaeology so he’d have something to talk about with Charlotte if she ended up at the Red Clover Inn after all.

      * * *

      “What?” Samantha gaped at her husband of twenty-four hours. He was behind the wheel of their rental car. He hadn’t seemed to have any trouble adjusting to driving on the left. Just as well he was driving because she’d have run off the road at the news he’d just laid on her. “Greg Rawlings is staying at the inn? The DS agent? Brody’s friend?”

      Justin handled a tight curve with ease. “Maybe.”

      “Maybe or likely?”

      “I don’t know. He could be on his way now. Heather didn’t say. I don’t think she knows his plans. She’s got her hands full with Brandon, Maggie and the kids arriving in London.”

      Samantha got herself under control. Brandon was Justin’s younger brother, also a carpenter and the third of the Sloan siblings. He and his wife, Maggie, a caterer, had two young sons. They’d left the wedding hotel that morning for a few days in London with Brody and Heather. Samantha and Justin had slipped out last night, spending their first night as a married couple at a tiny inn an hour up the road.

      “Tyler and Aidan want to meet the queen,” Justin added.

      Samantha smiled, thinking of the two boys, now eight and six, on the loose in London. “Knowing Brody, he could arrange it,” she said.

      “They’ll be happy seeing the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Maggie and Brandon figured they might as well see some sights if they were coming all the way to England for our wedding. Makes sense.”

      “They love a good adventure.”

      Justin slowed to let another car bypass them on a straightaway. They were in no hurry, Samantha thought. They were officially on their honeymoon. They had plenty of time to get to Edinburgh, their first stop in Scotland on their ten-day trip.

      “I should have mentioned Charlotte would be house-sitting,” Samantha said, calmer. “I didn’t think of it. It’s a maybe, too. I haven’t heard from her. She could have decided to go straight to Washington and see about Max’s house.”

      “Weddings can make people agree to things they later have to wriggle out of. Rawlings was beat. I don’t know when I’ve seen anyone that tired. Eric says it was fun watching him try to provoke Charlotte. She had no trouble holding her own with him.”

      Of that, Samantha had no doubt. “It’s fine if Greg stays at the inn. It could be awkward if Charlotte shows up, too, but they’ll work it out. There’s loads of room.”

      “Seriously, the guy was bone tired,” Justin said. “He could end up staying at the pub and sleep and drink beer all week.”

      “His type gets restless after forty-eight hours. He’ll rally.”

      “Then maybe he’ll stay at the pub and hike and drink beer all week.”

      Samantha smiled. “Ever the optimist.”

      “I wouldn’t say optimist. Realist. You saw what Greg Rawlings was like when he was in Knights Bridge last winter. He’s an adrenaline junkie who thrives on action. Not much action at an old country inn that hasn’t been in use for a few years.”

      “There are cards and musty board games in the library.”

      Justin grinned at her, his eyes a dark blue in the gray light. “He won’t last if he does show up in Knights Bridge. How long do you think Charlotte would last?”

      “Not for days and days, maybe, but she looked ready for a real break.”

      Justin nodded thoughtfully. “I agree.”

      Samantha tilted her head back, eyeing this man she loved. Justin was solid, a concrete thinker who didn’t beat around the bush. She appreciated his bluntness and had seen him get better control of it in their months together, just as she’d gotten better control of her tendency to think she had to do everything herself and couldn’t trust anyone.

      She trusted Justin Sloan with all her heart.

      “Charlotte needs some downtime,” Samantha said. “She wouldn’t get into any details with me, because it was my wedding day, but I could tell.”

      “Greg is a federal agent. If he and Charlotte end up at the inn together, it’s not as if she’d be holed up with an ax murderer. They’re adults. The inn’s got a dozen guest rooms and plenty of other rooms—way more space than I had growing up with five siblings. They can spread out. It’ll be fine.”

      “You saw them dancing together yesterday?”

      “I did.”

      “It was her first wedding since she abandoned Tommy Ferguson at the altar.”

      “She was happy for you, Sam. That’s what mattered to her.”

      Justin downshifted, slowing to a near crawl as they approached another pretty English village. They were taking a scenic route north. Samantha didn’t know the details, didn’t have a map. She wanted to relax and enjoy the scenery. But here she was, worrying about her thirty-six-year-old cousin. Normally she’d never worry about Charlotte. No one did. She was ultraindependent, competent, good at so many things and yet not one to draw attention to herself. Not showing up for her wedding had been out of character in that sense. In character in the sense that Charlotte Bennett took decisive action once her mind was made up about something.

      “Do you want to warn Charlotte?” Justin asked.

      Samantha thought a moment. “No. There are too many variables. I don’t want to get her worked up about something that might not even happen if she’s about to get on a transatlantic flight.”

      “This is what life’s like with our two families.” Justin brushed his fingertips on her cheek as they stopped for a traffic light. “Welcome to the Sloans and the Bennetts.”

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