A Small-Town Reunion. Terry Mclaughlin

Tess? She wouldn’t take it, not like that.” Geneva set her cup aside. “Quinn wouldn’t let her.”

      “What makes you think I won’t sell it to someone else? Someone outside the family?”

      Geneva’s mouth curled, catlike, at the edges. “Would you sell it, Devlin?”

      He couldn’t say it; he couldn’t disappoint her. Not again.

      Overwhelmed by the challenges of this place—and dreading this favor his grandmother wanted to ask of him—he turned and stared again at the seemingly endless horizon stretching over the countless ocean swells.

      “Damn,” he whispered.