Midlife in Gretna Green: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel (Midlife Recorder Book 1) by Linzi Day

Author:Linzi Day [Day, Linzi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

“Could I have a black coffee, please?”

Sitting at the kitchen table with my head in my hands, I checked in with myself. I’d hoped that taking a shower would help. It hadn’t noticeably improved anything pain-wise. Maybe my head hurt a little less, but I didn’t feel significantly different. I took some painkillers and explored my memories. Nothing had changed. Oh, well, it had been worth trying. Damn painful but worth trying. I was starving, but then I’d thrown up all yesterday’s food, hadn’t I?

HRH stalked in through the door that Dola had obviously opened for Tilly’s morning ablutions and sniffed derisively. “That dog might have its uses. The house appears charmed by it, and at least it doesn’t smell.”

My coffee arrived in a mug with a red and blue tartan pattern. In the middle of the tartan was a red rose, a Lancashire rose. It said Gretna Green Welcomes You — Bide-A-Wee-While. The sentiment seemed friendly but old-fashioned. It certainly wasn’t up to Dola’s usually witty morning comments.

“Tuna, I am famished. Do not let me delay —”

Oh no. I wasn’t falling for that again.

Looking straight into the cat’s astonishingly green eyes, I said, “Nope. We’re negotiating today. Some questions. Can I trust your word? And are you prepared to share the complete truth about my current situation with me and not try to wriggle out of answering?”

“Negotiating – how very interesting. Yes, Recorder, if you prove capable of making good on your own promises, I could deliver on both counts. Right-hand cupboard… Tuna…”

I addressed the house, “Do we have any smoked salmon?”

A warm breeze blew across from the Aga. Huh… I wondered what had caused Dola to be nonverbal again.

Looking directly straight at HRH, I asked, “Do you like scrambled eggs and smoked salmon?”

“Do the Vikings drink mead?”

“I have absolutely no idea, but I’ll assume that’s a yes.”

“Your memories have not yet returned then?”

“Nope, that’s one of the things I wanted to ask you, but first, do you trust Jamie?”

HRH looked around her, going so far as to stand up on her back legs and stretch her neck ostentatiously while peering at all the available surfaces. “I am searching for the promised salmon.”

Tilly had woken, probably triggered by the magic words “scrambled egg.” I sighed, “Dola, could we have three portions of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon, mine with toast, please, and could it arrive in thirty minutes?”

The cat was purring like a newly tuned engine. “I like your style, Recorder. You have a deal.”

“Yes, Niki, thirty minutes it is. I was speaking with Jamie. He called to speak to you. I informed him you were not yet awake. He seemed both anxious and angry. I said you would call him later. I hope that was alright. I do not think I lied. You never seem to be awake until your third cup of coffee?”

I giggled, “You didn’t lie, thanks.” I turned back to HRH.

“Niki, now Fiona is on the phone. I put her on hold. She wonders if

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