She hoped she would see Pia’s wreck of a VW bus parked somewhere, but no such luck. It also wasn’t in the driveway of her cottage when Gigi pulled in. Perhaps Pia was at Declan’s, keeping him company and having a bite to eat? She finished the preparations for the lunches she was bringing to her clients and filled her Gourmet De-Lite containers. Reg hovered around hoping for a treat, but Gigi had noticed that he was putting on a bit of weight, and she was determined not to give in to his pleading looks. It wasn’t easy—he had a way of tilting his head and making his eyes look extra large and bright that pierced her heart every time. Finally, Gigi had everything ready and was heading out the door again, this time with Reg. He was content to sit in the car while she dropped off the meals, even if she occasionally spent a few minutes chatting with her clients at their front doors. Reg jumped into the car eagerly and settled himself into the passenger seat. Gigi headed toward town and made the left turn onto High Street.
