Heather's Song. Diana Palmer

with packing,” he growled. “Buy what you need when we get there. I’m not dragging along a truckload of suitcases.”

      Heather stared at him in bewilderment. “You said we’d go the first of the month,” she murmured.

      His eyes narrowed on her face. “And I’ve changed my mind. Did you have any other plans…like visiting that damned reporter?”

      She gaped at him. “You told Gil he couldn’t come here,” she reminded him.