Double Vision by Ellie Hart

Author:Ellie Hart [Hart, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635553864
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2019-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“That has got to be the best gumbo I’ve had in years,” Don declares, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach. “You lucked out in the kitchen department, Doc.”

“It’s jambalaya.” I’m trying not to be irritated with his assumption that Marta is the kitchen magician. She is, of course, but I don’t need my nose rubbed in it. “So, what did Jinx have to say?”

“Yes, do tell.” Marta is leaning on her elbows, face alight with interest. “If he was half as entertaining as he was at the Vineyard, I can only imagine your evening.”

“‘Entertaining’ is definitely the word for it.” Don shakes his head, a half smile on his face. “Once I was able to drag him off the dance floor, he actually had some good information.”

“You danced with him?” I can’t resist teasing Don, knowing Jinx wouldn’t need a partner to be the life of the party.

He shoots me a look that looks eerily like Marta’s reaction whenever I’ve irked her. “No, I didn’t dance with him. What I did was get a shitload of info that will curl your hair.”

I raise my eyebrows, give him a nod. “So, spill it already. I’m assuming he told you stuff about the transplant hospital.”

“And more.” He looks across at Marta. “I don’t suppose I could have any of that coffee.”

“Of course,” she says instantly, standing. I lean over and put a hand on her arm.

“You sit. I’ll get super reporter here a cup.”

“Hey, you wanna hear what he said or not?”

Don tries to sound offended, but I can see through it. He’s posturing, trying on the alpha dog role and not quite getting it. I just give him the old shake-and-roll combo: shake my head and roll my eyes.

“We’d love to hear what you learned,” Marta says with a smile for him and a frown for me. Oil on troubled waters, as usual. She is the appeaser, the mediator. “And if you’ve got room for dessert, I’m sure Gij won’t mind getting you a slice of that strawberry cheese Danish we’ve got tucked away.”

This time it’s my turn to scowl. I’m watching my bedtime snack go the same way as my lunch. Chrissy Burton’s peace of mind had better be worth the sacrifice.

“That really hits the spot,” says Don. He leans back, wiping his mouth on the back of one hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marta wince as she pushes the napkin holder across the table.

“Do you think you’ve got enough strength to talk, or do you need more coffee?” I let sarcasm leach into my words, my eyes on the now-empty Danish container.

“Give me a chance, Doc.” He pushes back from the table, his gaze on Marta. “Can I use the can?”

“The can?” Marta is clearly confused.

“The bathroom,” I say. “And you’re not Ernest Hemingway, Butler.” I look at Marta. “If he asks for a pipe and a cat, toss him out.”

I can hear him chuckling as he heads to the guest bathroom.

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