The Inn on Harmony Island by Anne-Marie Meyer EPUB & PDF

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SHELBY
Six Months Later
THE KNOCK on my door startled me. I pulled my gaze away from my
computer monitor and blinked a few times. My eyes were sore from staring at
bouquet options, and it took a moment for them to readjust.
I cleared my throat as I pushed away from my desk and called out, “Come
in.”
The door burst open, and standing in the entryway was Sara, the new
intern my boss had hired. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks pink. She
was huffing like she’d just run a marathon and was trying to catch her breath.
I quirked an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” I asked.
She doubled over, clutching her ribs and took a few big, deep breaths.
Concern filled my chest as I stood and moved to cross the room. Before I
reached her, she lifted her finger to stop me. “It’s…okay…” she said between
breaths. “Phone call…line one.”
I glanced back to the phone on my desk where the “line 1” light was
blinking, before bringing my attention back to her. Whoever was on the other
line could wait. “But are you okay?” I asked, dipping down so I could catch
her gaze.
Sara whipped up, surprising me enough to step back. Her whole face was
bright red now from the blood that must have rushed to her head. She smiled
and shrugged. “I got Patricia’s coffee order wrong, and I had to race back to
the coffee shop before she noticed.” Sara’s breathing had steadied, and her
normally cheerful demeanor was back.
I nodded, contemplating for a moment if I should tell her that she was
trying too hard to make our boss like her. But I pinched my lips shut. I’d just
been promoted to assistant project manager, and there was no way I wanted
to go back to a reception job. Not when I’d gotten this far.
The wedding industry was cutthroat, and if I wanted to own my own
wedding planning business someday, I needed to keep climbing. Sara was
sweet, but I knew if roles were reversed, she’d do the same with me.
“Well, keep hydrated,” I said as I rested my hand on my lower back and
pressed, stretching out the tension that had taken up residence there. We were
in the middle of planning a wedding for some billionaire, and there’d been
way too many late nights.