a portable crib, and enough boxes to make it obvious they weren’t planning a short visit.
Daniel hurried outside.
“Let me get that.”
Vanessa smiled warmly at him.
Then her attention shifted to me.
“I hope this isn’t too inconvenient.”
Her tone suggested she meant exactly the opposite.
“Not at all,” I replied.
Daniel carried her luggage upstairs.
Vanessa followed him before stopping halfway up the stairs.
“Daniel said the guest suite has its own bathroom.”
“It does.”
“And you’ll probably handle meals?”
I looked directly at her.
“Probably?”
She
