Murder Takes the High Road by Josh Lanyon

Author:Josh Lanyon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-16T13:02:11+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Have you seen Sally yet?” I asked Laurel when I sat down across from her in the dining room the next morning.

John had still been sleeping when I’d rolled my luggage onto the landing and headed down to breakfast. The night before had been great, and I had zero regrets, but I did feel sort of...cautious now that we had been there and done that. Sex can take a friendship to the next level. But it can also—even terrific sex—send everything spinning out of control.

I was usually more discreet in my extra-curricular activities. In fact, Trevor and I had gone out several times before we actually slept together. While I was okay with the recent turn of events, I didn’t know John well enough to know how he’d be this morning. I didn’t want sex to mess things up.

For one thing, I was going to be disappointed as hell if things were so messed up we didn’t have sex again.

“No, I haven’t.” Laurel looked at Jim. He shook his head.

“Maybe she already had breakfast and went up to finish packing.”

“True.” I wanted to report my findings—or lack of findings—to Sally, but there was no rush. I ordered my breakfast and sipped my coffee.

There was a lot of coming and going in the dining room, as we were leaving Strathpeffer that morning. The day’s planned itinerary was to drive east by Dingwall toward the northbound A9 and on through the counties of Sutherland and Caithness to the ferry terminal at Gills Bay, where we would catch the afternoon boat to the island of Samhradh Beag.

I was looking forward to the long drive as this was the part of the trip that would take us through Sutherland, the ancestral lands of Clan Matheson.

I lingered over breakfast, keeping an eye out for Sally while I had another cup of coffee and ate my kedgeree. Kedgeree, an Anglo-Indian dish from Victorian times, seemed to consist of salmon mixed with rice, hard-boiled eggs, butter and curry spices. Not your typical American breakfast, but surprisingly tasty. I even had a second helping, but still Sally did not appear.

Trevor and Vance came and went without so much as a glance in my direction. Ben and Yvonne wandered in. Returning Ben’s smile, I felt an unexpected flash of guilt. When he’d asked whether there was something between me and John, I’d been able to answer no honestly. And there wasn’t necessarily anything between me and John now, but I knew that Ben would classify sleeping with John as something between us.

I sure did.

“Where did you disappear to so suddenly last night?” Yvonne asked me. “Afraid of ghosts?” She cackled loudly, the first time I’d heard her laugh.

I said vaguely, “I had a headache. I thought I’d go to bed early.”

Ben looked sympathetic. Yvonne had already lost interest. The Bittywiddys arrived, parking themselves beside the mother and son.

“They’re out of kippers, if you can believe it,” Yvonne informed Daya.

Daya sniffed her disapproval. She had a small, very pointy nose and the permanent bloom of rosacea in her cheeks.

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