Buried in his Boots by Kristie Klewes

Author:Kristie Klewes [Klewes, Kristie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kris Pearson
Published: 2023-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – No new suspects

I thought about Bettie Wynyard a lot more while we ate and chatted. A little Hitler? She’d seemed pleasant enough to me – although of course I’d given her some pretty horrendous news which would have knocked the stuffing out of most people.

Several Drizzle Bay-ites happened by our table hoping to discuss the finding of the body, but having my back to the rest of the café helped, and Graham and Paul were both very able dissuaders. Heather wanted to talk about nothing except Erik’s return with Bonnie next day, and that left me with plenty of time to consider my next move. “Do you want me to take you in to the airport?” I asked her. “How much luggage do you expect there’ll be?”

“We’re going in the truck,” she said. “But thanks. I know there’ll be some boxes of her favorite toys – to make our little girl feel at home – and maybe some other stuff, too.”

Our little girl! That sounded so good, even if the wedding wasn’t for another few weeks.

“Right,” Paul said, glancing at his watch once we’d finished our desserts, “No coffee for you, Heather. You’ll probably lie awake half the night as it is. Keeping you keyed up on caffeine won’t help at all.”

Heather pulled a rueful face and nodded. “On this occasion, you win, big brother. It would be nice not to have worry-bags under my eyes tomorrow – and it’s quite an early start.” She pushed her chair back from the table, and Paul did the same.

“I hope it goes well,” Rachel said. She really did have a gorgeous smile.

“Thanks for inviting us to share your table,” Paul said to Graham. And then, to my astonishment, he cupped up my chin, tilted my face back, bent, and dropped a kiss on my lips.

A kiss! And in public. In front of his sister and my brother.

“Great to meet you,” Rachel said to Heather as they moved away, and I sat there stunned. “Don’t forget to visit the foals.”

I possibly looked like a gasping fish for a few seconds. Graham winked when I dared to look up at him. I probably shrugged, having no idea if the kiss had been thanks for our company, consolation for a pretty terrible day, or a shy signal of admiration. Holy moly – was Paul finally fired up?

I cleared my throat, remembering my earlier offer to Graham. “Paul’s right about coffee, and I could really do with a good night’s sleep after what I saw this morning. Would you like to come home for a while, Rachel? I have some delicious Belgian drinking chocolate that’ll round out the meal nicely and not keep us awake until all hours.”

“Nice idea, Sis,” Graham said. “I’ll get the bill.” And he shot off to pay, leaving Rachel and me to gather up our purses and phones and wander along behind him.

*

The Merc purred into action, and two cars away I heard Rachel’s Landcruiser whinny and then cough into life.

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