Elliott heard someone walking on the front porch. He peeked out the window.

"Sam's here. We'll have to tell her the truth. She's too smart not to figure it out," Elliott said, running his fingers through his wind-tousled hair.

Mitch took his hat off and placed it on the kitchen counter, then nodded as Elliott opened the door.

She stood, stock-still in the doorway, glancing first one way and then the other. Then her eyes settled on Elliott and she briskly stepped ...