“So, when is Quinn arriving?” Emily asked the next day over breakfast.

They sat on the patio drinking a mix of orange and guava juice. Byron had also prepared a yogurt parfait topped with strawberries.

“He’ll arrive this afternoon and may be ready to sing for us tomorrow,” Byron said.

“I can’t wait!”

“But you have to promise you won’t run away with him,” Byron admonished. “I’m a fan of Quinn myself, so think of ...