Tangled Hearts and Blackberry Thorns by Laura Briggs

Author:Laura Briggs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cornish romance, cornwall romance, cornish village romance, cornish romance series
Publisher: Laura Briggs

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Tonight was Matt's night to cook, and the aroma of sweet basil and oregano greeted me when I let myself in through the kitchen door. I dropped the binder I had brought back from work on the counter next to the French coffee press. Matt was stirring some fresh herbs into his tomato sauce.

"Greetings and salutations," I said, as I reached for a toasted baguette slice on a nearby plate.

Matt leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Welcome home," he said. "Ziti or penne?"

"Penne," I answered. Behind me, a chortle of greeting came from our infant daughter, who was patting her hands together on the high chair tray.

"Hello, baby," I said, kissing the top of her head. As of yet, her face was not covered in tomato sauce, which it would be soon — only some crumbs from a ginger biscuit. I smoothed her little hair bow, holding some wisps of hair that were honey-colored, the same as mine in my baby photos.

"Gwa," said Lottie.

"She's been keeping me company," said Matt, covering his sauce's pan. "I think we might have a budding chef."

"If only." I brushed away some of the crumbs. "Sylvia's the only real cook among us." My daughter had an admiration for cooking shows of late, watching how to make tea sandwiches and Vietnamese sandwich wraps.

"I made some bruschetta. I thought we'd have it instead of salad," said Matt, filling a second pan with water.

"Sounds delicious," I said. "I thought you'd be too tired to make sauce and salsas after working on your lecture notes."

He laughed. "I could teach topiaries in my sleep by now," he answered. "Besides, this is a relaxing way to end the day compared to reading the botany journal's article on tomato fungus. There's nothing to do in the garden this week since I already cleared the nettle patch where we grew the pumpkins."

He sprinkled in some dried garlic. "How was your day, by the way?" he asked.

I nuzzled Lottie's head. "Middling," I answered. "I stopped by the Russert farm today. The protesters are kicking things into gear. Posters everywhere, reminding everyone the farms are at risk."

"Are many people signing up?" He opened the box of pasta.

"I don't really know," I answered, cleaning the biscuit crumbs off Lottie's tray. "I think there's interest, but there's a sense that Donny's deal is a done deal, if you know what I mean."

"What about the lawyer?" he asked. "Are they taking his advice?"

"I doubt it," I said. "Not if Cal has his way. I'm worried that it might be a mistake, but ..." I hesitated, because I decided that talking about Teagen's part in this would be unwise.

"But what?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking aloud that there might be other ways to help," I said. "But that's a worry for some other time." Matt wasn't a fan of Teagen's. I had a feeling he wouldn't be a fan of whatever information she might be providing us with, no matter how well-meaning her intentions.

I tasted the sauce, behind his back. "Who's home?" I asked.

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