Setting them alongside those of Nick and Felicity, she pushed through the front door of her cabin, a torrent of emotion rumbling through her. She’d hired Troy today, his first day set for tomorrow. While she felt good about the quality of the hire, she remained torn about the consequences, predominantly for Casey. If he quit, she could hire someone else. If he abandoned Casey again, it would kill her. Then there was Jack and Felicity. She’d have to talk to her, tell her she knew about Jack’s offer and counsel against it. Met by the glum faces of Nick and Felicity seated at the kitchen island, Delaney went on instant guard, their erect body language signaling a less than friendly reception. Closing the door behind her, she advanced with caution, trying to read Nick’s gaze for clues. “What’s going on?” “I’m going to have dinner at the Fosters,” Felicity announced. “Don’t try and talk me out of it either.” She flicked an accusatory glance toward Nick. “I’ve made up my mind.
