Flood Zone

She swallowed hard. “Put your seat belt back on, we’re not stopping here.”

“But there’s Juno,” Gracie gabbled, shoving open the door and hopping out.

“Get back in the car right now, Gracie Louise,” Mia said, noting the spill of light from Dallas’s door as he emerged onto the trailer steps, peering into the darkness.

“Hi, Dallas,” Gracie called. “Can you make me some mac and cheese?”

Mia sighed. God could not lead her to another dark-haired man who would prove her a fool again. If that was His plan, Mia was going to make one of her own. Jaw tense, she stepped out of the car and went to retrieve her daughter.