Whiskey & Honey: Crimes of Crimson Valley: Book One by A.Mae. Cooper & S.M. Miller

Author:A.Mae. Cooper & S.M. Miller [Cooper, A.Mae.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-29T16:00:00+00:00

After grabbing my groceries from the trunk and putting everything away, I grab a glass of wine and head back into my bedroom where I had left my bags. Spending a nice relaxing evening unpacking before making dinner sounded nice for my first day in the cabin. Coming into the bedroom, I take a sip of my wine and set the glass on the oak end table beside the bed and head over to where I left my bags on the floor.

Picking them up, I take them and set both on the bed. Unzipping my first suitcase, I take out the two piles of clothes and head into the bathroom to put them in the closet. I hang up my shirts and place my leggings, because who needs jeans on vacation, on the racks beneath my shirts and then I place my undergarments in the handcrafted dresser that takes up most of the left side of the wall. I grab a stack of sheets and blankets from the bottom drawer of the dresser and decide to take them down the hall to the small laundry room off to the left side of the kitchen.

Entering the laundry nook, I glance around at the small space. Dominating the wall in front as I walk in is a huge stainless steel and copper accented washer and dryer with a folding counter set off to the right. Placing the bedding into the washer, I pop a couple pods in with some softener and then start it. Heading back into the kitchen, I decided to wipe up the counters a little to get rid of some of the dust that has settled. I wasn’t sure why my momma and papa decided to have the staff stay away from the cabin, but it made it so I had to clean up a little before I could explore anymore. It was just in my OCD nature.

After tidying up the kitchen and turning the oven on to preheat it for the lasagna I bought from the store, I venture back into my room. Glancing around, I take in the space. The fireplace is new and above it, there is a mantle with an old workshop box of mine I had built in middle school. Finding that odd that my mom would have put that there, I walk over to it and take it off the mantle, examining it. Cracking it open, I frown as I go and sit on the edge of the bed.

At the bottom of the box is my parents wedding bands, my papa’s a white gold band and my mother’s a pear-shaped opal with a rose gold band. My momma’s ring was so delicate and beautiful. The opal was surrounded by eighteen diamonds all ranging in sizes to encase the opal. I can’t imagine why they would have left their rings in this box. Gently setting the rings down next to me, I look back into the box and see that there, at the bottom of the box, is some loose paper.

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