A Set of Brides by Melissa F. Miller

Author:Melissa F. Miller [Miller, Melissa F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brown Street Books

17

Rosemary

We drop Sage off and hustle Dave and Victor out of her place in a hurry so she and Roman can have a few minutes of privacy before she boots him out to begin her night of solitude.

“Was she stung by bees or what?” Dave asks.

I cock my head at my detective husband. “What exactly do you think happens at a spa? She was getting a facial, not playing amateur beekeeper.”

“She looks like she’s been stung. And you said something about honey.”

“She had an allergic reaction. You know all about those, right?” After all, we met when my boss died from anaphylactic shock after an allergic reaction.

“Why was she eating honey at a spa?” Victor wants to know.

“She wasn’t eating it. It was on her face.”

“Oh, but we’re the ridiculous ones,” Dave shoots back. “What did you put on your face, Thyme?”

“Seaweed. And avocado oil,” she mumbles.

Victor guffaws.

“And you?” Dave turns to me.

I give him a cool look. “A coffee bean and brown sugar scrub.”

I wait for the crack, but he manages to resist temptation. I can see his restraint comes at a cost. He’s literally biting his fist to keep from blurting out whatever smart remark he’s dying to say.

Thyme shakes her head at him and Victor. Then she points at Denise’s ceramic casserole pan, which is tucked under my arm. “Why did you take that from Sage’s place, anyway?”

“Returning it gives us an excuse to go to St. Helena Island,” I answer out of the side of my mouth.

Victor shifts his weight. Dave checks his watch. Thyme’s stomach growls.

“Jeez, you guys are impatient,” I observe, feeling positively saintly.

Thyme glowers at me. Oh, she’s hangry, all right. But before she can snap at me, Roman comes bounding down the stairs two at a time.

Sage, with her red, splotchy face partially hidden behind the door, waves goodbye to us.

“Thanks for letting me tag along,” Roman says.

Victor punches him in the shoulder. “Are you kidding? We’re stoked to have you join us.”

Roman grins. He has a nice smile. “Okay. Sage said you’re in the mood for Mexican. We should drive over to Luis’s Table. It’s not far, and he has the best carnitas in town.”

Thyme, Victor, and Roman pile into his little VW bug. I slide the casserole dish onto the back seat of the rental car, and Dave and I pull out behind Roman.

“How was golf?”

“Better than the spa. I hit the ball pretty straight. We avoided the water and the sand for the most part. Chip gave us some really great pointers. And, best of all, nobody in our foursome was attacked by bees.”

Again with the bees?

I twist my head to stare at him to see if he’s serious. He’s very much not serious. He’s grinning broadly, brimming with unjustified pride in his weak joke. I just shake my head.

“I’ll take you to a spa someday. You’ll see what it’s all about.”

He slides a hand onto my thigh. “Maybe we should practice at home first. Massages, I think.”

I try to focus on the road with limited success.

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