Nick grumbled as he dragged the ladder he found on the side lawn and propped it up against the back of the house. “I’ll get arrested as a peeping tom, I won’t be able to work with kids and I’ll lose my pension.”“Poor baby,” Brie said. “Why don’t you let me do it? This was my idea after all.”After Brie took Cella to Lisa’s, Nick had invited her over to his home. And he had gifts--a bottle of a wine she liked, pretty pink carnations he’d noticed she put in the back area of her room and another present, for them both, wrapped up in a bag. She’d been nervous, so he suggested they dress warmly and walk down the beach.He hadn’t thought much about ending up at Lisa Markham’s house. As soon as they reached it, Brie said, “You think Cella’s all right?”“Want to stand here and see if she passes the window? I’ve been in that house and we’re lookin’ straight into the family room.”He’d been joking, but she’d said, “Could we?”It was then he realized how worried she was.
