ABIGAIL’S POV

I parked outside of Betty’s Bed and Breakfast and made my way inside of the hotel. A sick part of me couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he found out we weren’t driving anywhere, and I had just given him a hard time.

“Morning, Betty,” I greeted Betty at the front desk.

“Good morning, Abigail! Here for Mr. John?” Betty smiled in her usual bubbly way.

“I am. Have you seen him this mor—” I was interrupted by the sound of the ...