Anyone home?” Cady walked in the door of her parents’ house, on the back side of the Compass Rose property. The slate-blue Cape Cod had been built by her grandfather Malcolm right after he’d taken over the inn. It had allowed his family—and her own—to be immediately accessible to the inn without actually living in it. And every time she thought of the alternative of growing up on the other side of the wall from milling guests, Cady mentally blessed him.“Hi, honey. What are you doing here?” Amanda walked through the doorway from the kitchen, rubbing on hand lotion.“Breakfast.” Cady raised up a bakery bag.“I smell cinnamon rolls.”“And I smell coffee. Wanna trade?” Cady headed into the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder to her mother. “I came by to see how Dad was feeling.”“He got a good night’s sleep last night, thanks to you.”Nice to know someone had, Cady thought wryly. “Is he feeling any better?”“A little, maybe. He’s over at the main house.”“Mom, it’s six in the morning.
