When I reached the house, I
found a note from Lars. “Gone golfing. See you at dinner time.”
Being released from the need to
socialize with my husband, I filled a large glass with iced peppermint tea and
settled in the dark green plush recliner to begin the book. By the second page,
the characters and developing plot pulled me into the story.
When I reached the halfway point
of the book, Lars returned. He waved his hand in front of my face. “Earth to
Kate. Must be an intriguing story.”
“A riveting one.” I placed the
novel on the table between our chairs. “Though not my usual reading material, I
can’t put it down. The author will be our new neighbor.”
He lifted the book. “So you’ve
solved the mystery of the house buyer.” He read aloud the material on the back
cover.
“Death follows Nanette Gordon as
she fights for control of her father’s import-export company. One of her
opponents has marked her for death. Who? Enter Andrew Miliken, Is he friend or
foe?”
“Sabrina Gates has penned an
exciting and tightly woven story. Touches of her Southern home are woven into
the narrative with a deft hand.”
He opened the book. “This sounds
good.”
I met his gaze. “You can read
the book when I’m done.”
He laughed. “Keep reading. This
is a better way to experience murder than finding corpses.”
My laughter echoed his. “Just
think we’ll soon meet the author whose imagination created this story.”
“Let’s hope her imagination is
all she brings to town.”
My sigh turned into a groan.
Finding the dead wasn’t my idea of fun. I rose. “No more murders for me unless
they’re in the pages of a book.”
“Good. I won’t have to play
Watson to your Sherlock.”
I nodded. “Go take your shower.
Then we’ll have dinner.”
“Here or should we go out?”
“I’ll make crab salad. There’s
lettuce and tomatoes and there’s a loaf of that dark rye you like.”
“Sounds great.”
As Lars walked away, I went to
the kitchen and took the ingredients for dinner from the fridge and placed them
on the counter. Once I finished making the salad, I wiped the granite counter.
I stared out the window and studied the house on the other side of the privet
hedge. When would the new owner arrive? Would I like Sabrina Gates as much as I
liked her book?
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