Alaska Skies. Debbie Macomber

she answered smoothly. “I’m staying.”

      “You’re sure?”

      “Yes,” she said with conviction. And she was sure. During her conversation with Pearl, she’d made up her mind.

      “Fine. You’re moving.”

      “Where?” Abbey had been told often enough that there wasn’t any other place available.

      “You can stay in Christian’s house. He phoned this afternoon, and he’s decided to make a vacation out of this trip. I’ll let him decide what to do with you when he gets home.”