Tied Over (Marshals Book 6) by Mary Calmes

Author:Mary Calmes [Calmes, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-27T18:30:00+00:00

SEVEN

Meredith arrived in the morning when I was barely awake and having coffee in the kitchen. I had planned to sleep in, but Stella slipped into my room around six thirty to tell me she was going to make pancakes. Since I didn’t know if that was actually in her wheelhouse, I rolled out of bed, sent her to the kitchen, peed, and then staggered out there. It was her and me only, and I asked her where her father was.

“Snoring in bed. I didn’t notice until this morning.”

She kept chatting while I looked for what I needed to make coffee. It was a chef’s kitchen, really fancy, with lots of cupboards and drawers and accessories, but eventually I found a coffee machine and bags of whole beans. I missed my Keurig—and I could have one, even though Bodhi had disapproved, because I recycled the pods.

Stella found me the grinder, and once that was done, we hunted for filters, found some, and I finally got the coffee going.

“Thank God,” I groaned when I could smell it brewing.

Stella then started making the pancakes, and really, she was much better at measuring ingredients than I was—and was a disciple of the clean-as-you-go school of thought to boot.

I watched her with one eye, and when it was time to flip the pancakes, I was very impressed with how she did that. She tested to make sure it wasn’t sticky, then using the lid of the pan, slid the pancake onto it, then turned the pancake easily, putting it back in the skillet.

“That was pretty good,” I told her.

She nodded. “I used to flip the pan, but sometimes if you forget and put too much butter, then the butter comes out, and we almost had a fire one time at home.”

“Got it.”

“Mom says no pan-flipping.”

“Well, using the skillet lid is smart.”

“And I know we gotta wash the lid now too, but that’s okay.”

“It is okay, and since you’re cooking, I’ll wash.”

“But you only have one arm.”

“I’ll wash,” Bodhi said, joining us in the kitchen, looking as bleary and sleep-deprived as I did at seven thirty in the morning. “Is there coffee?”

“Jed made it.”

“Oh God, it’ll be like crude oil.”

Stella thought that was hysterical.

“Just drink it and shut yer pie hole,” I told him.

“That wasn’t shut up exactly, but it was still naughty,” Stella assured me.

I gave her a shrug. “Do I get eggs and bacon too?”

“You can have plant bacon, but we can’t eat piggies. They’re super smart and cute.”

I looked at Bodhi, who bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t laugh.

“Fine. Where’s the fake meat?”

Bodhi had to help her, and when the three of us sat at the island, she showed us her new Zelda game on her Switch, and then Bodhi showed me the confirmation on his phone that Stoker was home in Denver, talking to the police there, and that they appreciated our reports. I had written mine before I passed out last night, and Bodhi had apparently done his at the same time.

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