He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and heaved it out of the back of his truck. A frantic call midday Sunday had him cutting his date short with Sahara, driving to Bar Harbor and jumping a plane to South Carolina where a small crew completed the finishing touches on a business complex. Since everything had looked to be under control, he and Reece had left the jobsite early to attend the beach party last Saturday. Murphy had raised his ugly head and a water leak had caused some unexpected damage.He slipped his key into the front door of his house and let himself in. To make matters worse, Monday Tabby had been rushed to the hospital with contractions. Reece had been a basket case when he had called Devon. Thank God it had been Braxton Hicks—false labor. And then there was Sahara.The darn woman had thrown a monkey wrench into his neatly planned life. It was Thursday, June 6, and she had haunted his dreams every night. Even during the day, Devon had problems getting her off his mind. He strolled into the kitchen, noting the silence all around him.
