Laura Childs - [Tea Shop Mystery 12] by Laura Childs

Author:Laura Childs [Laura Childs]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Jasmine Cemetery was a place of indescribable beauty and infinite sadness. Elegant live oak trees, swathed in gray-green strands of Spanish moss, stood like sentinels amid graves that dated back two hundred years. Down in a dip, a small pond shimmered with dappled sunlight. And up the rolling hills of the ancient cemetery, statuary and graves, monuments and mausoleums littered every square meter. Here heroic brigadier generals and common citizens were entombed side by side, jasmine Cemetery being the great equalizer for those souls who'd crossed over to the other side.

Theodosia and Drayton arrived at the cemetery some ten minutes before the memorial service for Rob Commers was supposed to begin. After stopping at the gatehouse to locate the appropriate section of graves, they reached the rather large graveside conclave and found they had to settle for seats in the last row of wobbly black metal folding chairs.

"Uncomfortable," murmured Drayton, as he settled gingerly on his tippy chair.

Theodosia didn't know if Drayton meant the chair or this final graveside service. Either way, she pretty much had to agree with him. They weren't exactly close friends of Rob Commers. In fact, they'd met him only once, for about five minutes, right before he was murdered. Theodosia didn't know if that counted for anything, but she hoped it legitimized their presence here today.

Drayton balanced precariously on his chair as Theodosia fidgeted with her skirt and worried about ruining her Bruno Magli shoes in the damp grass. Finally, she allowed her thoughts to drift back to last night.

The housewarming party had been grand, of course. All her friends (and some not so friendly) dropping by to celebrate her lovely new home.

And that stolen kiss in her kitchen? Unforgettable.

The big problem, of course, was Delaine.

No, that isn't quite right. There's another problem, too. Parker Scully.

Because, oh my goodness and double oops, she'd almost forgotten about Parker! Had almost relegated him to the back burner of her harvest gold seventies-style stove.

So that gave Theodosia one more thing to worry about and a nice sack of guilt to tote around.

And what should she do to relieve her guilty conscience? Confess all to Parker and try to start over? Dump Parker for Max? Or simply do nothing at all?

Theodosia knew that the thing to do, of course, was to carefully sift through her feelings. Figure out exactly what conclusion she wanted to take place, before she did anything extremely crazy or rash.

Putting a hand to her mouth, Theodosia stifled a nervous hiccup. Truth be told, she pretty much knew she'd already done something rash. She'd returned Max's kiss. His insistent, all-enveloping kiss that had left her dazed, dreamy, and craving more.

And when was the last time she'd felt like that! Honestly? Not for a long time.

Because Max's kiss had been good. No. She checked herself. It had been better than good. It had been shootingstars-and-pinwheels great.

Drayton leaned toward her and pressed his shoulder against hers.

"Camilla," he said, in a low voice.

Theodosia slowly drifted back to the here and now.

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