Fairmont Finds a Poet (Fairmont Finds Canine Cozy Mysteries Book 2) by Cate Lawley

Author:Cate Lawley [Lawley, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

28

I don’t understand why my lady is so sad.

She ran and ate and cuddled me and her favorite human. Today was a good day.

But she’s sad. A little sad, not a lot sad, but still…

I’ll sleep extra close tonight, so she knows I love her.

29

A heavy, warm weight rested against my hip.

I cracked one eye open and was alarmed by the brightness in my room. It was late fall. Light only filled my bedroom later in the morning.

With some effort, I pried both eyes open and grabbed my phone from the bedside table.

Fairmont shifted to accommodate my movements but didn’t rouse.

My cell read ten o’clock. Much later than usual. Much. A few hours later.

And that was when I remembered: two murders, my promise to Luke not to leave the house, and then the rabbit trail I’d wandered down in an attempt to distract myself from those two murders.

I chuckled, which caught Fairmont’s attention. He blinked sleepy eyes at me.

“I know Georgie and Vanessa’s pen name.”

He made a snuffling sound and closed his eyes, clearly unimpressed with my find.

“All right. You might not be fascinated, but I’ve just discovered my next reading binge.” When that garnered no reaction, I said, “Are you ready for some breakfast?”

Fairmont lifted his head and eyed my still-prone form. He had serious doubts as to my ability to promptly provide one of his two favorite meals—dinner being the other, of course.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t getting up until he did, because he’d plastered himself against me. He must have been feeling extra needy last night, because he didn’t usually sleep quite so close.

“Breakfast?” I said with a hopeful note.

His ears perked.

“Come on, buddy. You know you want some breakfast.” I hoisted myself up and onto my elbows, fatigue making it seem like a massive effort. “Breakfast!”

And that did it. Fairmont scrambled off the bed and trotted into the kitchen, the tap-tap-tap of his nails announcing his impatience.

Since I didn’t want to be a big ol’ liar, I pulled myself out of bed, but it was slow going. Maybe I’d skip the run today and just take Fairmont for a walk around the neighborhood.

I let Fairmont outside, but not before I’d had a good look at my back steps. No dead animals. No messages in blood. Nothing out of the ordinary at all—thankfully.

As I filled his bowl, a knock at the door startled me, causing kibble to spray across my kitchen floor.

On any other day, I would have likely answered the door without hesitation, but today, I called Fairmont back into the house before I headed to the front door.

And instead of rushing to hunt down every stray piece of kibble on the floor, Fairmont bypassed his breakfast and padded along behind me.

Why didn’t doors have peepholes anymore? Maybe I needed one of those fancy electronic monitors with a camera.

“Zella! It’s me,” Helen called out.

I opened the door with a sheepish look. “Sorry. I’m a little late getting up this morning.”

“And not answering your phone, as usual.”

“You know I turn the ringer off before I go to bed.

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