“Nice, Keane,” she said. “Maybe you don’t care about my home, but I do.” Shaking her head, she opened the door and stepped into the house. Leaning against the door once she’d closed it, she shut her eyes and inhaled. The smell of lavender potpourri welcomed her home and a smile slid across her lips. “Love you, Mother and Dad, but it’s good to be home.” She let her overnight bag fall to her feet. It was late Sunday afternoon, and though her parents had begged her to stay another day, she had desperately wanted to come back home. She needed to be in her own space. She needed to be away from Luke whom she had seriously reconsidered sleeping with. Twice. Maybe she would swing back to the beach house and have her way with him next weekend. At least he didn’t leave her front door unlocked. She picked up her bag and headed for the laundry room, but something wasn’t right in the house. Too quiet. Too empty for the middle of the morning on a bright sunny day. “Keane?” She waited by the couch, listening.
