of the songs and moves that would work. Now all she had to do was put them together into a pageant.
~~~~
“I haven’t heard anything from you in weeks. Are you still on the case, or shall I have my accountant take you off my payroll?”
Duncan grimaced. Too bad he hadn ’t checked the screen before he’d connected the call. If he’d known it was his demanding client, he wouldn’t have answered.
“ There’s nothing to report. He takes pictures, he sleeps, he spends time with his girl. I haven’t seen him do anything shady.”
“ There must be something. Does he care for his daughter himself, or does he hire people to do it?”
“ He does it himself. The only time he’s not with her is when she’s at school or at church.”
“ He’s going to church?”
“ Twice a week, it seems.”
“ What about female companionship? He’s a healthy male, and I’m sure he’s begun keeping company with someone by now.”
“ There’s a local girl I’ve seen him with twice. She had coffee with him at the grocery store. And she goes to that church he takes his daughter to.”
“ There must be more to it than that. Keep a close watch. And don’t forget to contact me the moment you find anything.”
“ Yes, ma’am.” He disconnected before he could say anything that would get him fired. Those rich women thought they owned the world and everyone was their servant. He wondered if her husband knew what she was doing with his money.
It would be interesting to find out. But for now, he needed to keep the lady happy.
Chapter Nine
T he sun shone brightly into her east-facing window, and Sophie didn’t need to turn on the bedside lamp to write her to-do list. The first thing, as always, was to work on her script. The one that would make her an in-demand scriptwriter for a prime-time drama. Or comedy. She had the outlines for some of each. She just needed to finish them to have in her portfolio. Production companies didn’t buy scripts, she’d learned, but if they liked things you had written they would hire you to write scripts for their shows. All she had to do was finish them.
Second on her list was to brainstorm ideas for the Christmas play. She had her list of needs from the Wednesday night rehearsal. Joanie had come up with some new ideas, and she’d found some others in an Internet search.
She paused before writing the third item. It had been weeks since she’d gotten some exercise. The weather forecast for the day was bright clear skies. Maybe she could get some cross-country skiing in. She could do that first thing, before her sister made plans that included her. It was Saturday, so Dave would be around if Joanie needed anything.
After putting Exercise at the top of her list, she hopped up and dug through her wardrobe for some warm clothing. She couldn't remember the last time she’d gone skiing, but the woods around the house were perfect — and she knew the area like the back of her hand. She’d have her cell phone with her in case she ran into problems.
Opening the storage closet, she checked her ski equipment. Still looked good, despite being packed away for a few years.
She got dressed and went downstairs for her daily coffee. Joanie sat on the couch, working on yet another knitting project. This one was a sweater in a bubble-gum pink color.
“New sweater?”
Joanie looked up and smiled. “Yup. This little sweetie is going to need lots of warm stuff, arriving in December.” Her hands paused and she frowned. “I’m hoping it’s not until December, but Joey was two weeks early, and the doctor is saying it could be any time.” She sighed. “I get so bored not doing anything but sitting here knitting — or cross-stitching, or reading. My scrapbooking is caught up. New baby has two sweaters and two afghans. I’ve made scarves and hats for everyone in the family. I know the longer the baby stays in, the better, but part of me can’t wait for her to be born.”
Sophie
~~~~
“I haven’t heard anything from you in weeks. Are you still on the case, or shall I have my accountant take you off my payroll?”
Duncan grimaced. Too bad he hadn ’t checked the screen before he’d connected the call. If he’d known it was his demanding client, he wouldn’t have answered.
“ There’s nothing to report. He takes pictures, he sleeps, he spends time with his girl. I haven’t seen him do anything shady.”
“ There must be something. Does he care for his daughter himself, or does he hire people to do it?”
“ He does it himself. The only time he’s not with her is when she’s at school or at church.”
“ He’s going to church?”
“ Twice a week, it seems.”
“ What about female companionship? He’s a healthy male, and I’m sure he’s begun keeping company with someone by now.”
“ There’s a local girl I’ve seen him with twice. She had coffee with him at the grocery store. And she goes to that church he takes his daughter to.”
“ There must be more to it than that. Keep a close watch. And don’t forget to contact me the moment you find anything.”
“ Yes, ma’am.” He disconnected before he could say anything that would get him fired. Those rich women thought they owned the world and everyone was their servant. He wondered if her husband knew what she was doing with his money.
It would be interesting to find out. But for now, he needed to keep the lady happy.
Chapter Nine
T he sun shone brightly into her east-facing window, and Sophie didn’t need to turn on the bedside lamp to write her to-do list. The first thing, as always, was to work on her script. The one that would make her an in-demand scriptwriter for a prime-time drama. Or comedy. She had the outlines for some of each. She just needed to finish them to have in her portfolio. Production companies didn’t buy scripts, she’d learned, but if they liked things you had written they would hire you to write scripts for their shows. All she had to do was finish them.
Second on her list was to brainstorm ideas for the Christmas play. She had her list of needs from the Wednesday night rehearsal. Joanie had come up with some new ideas, and she’d found some others in an Internet search.
She paused before writing the third item. It had been weeks since she’d gotten some exercise. The weather forecast for the day was bright clear skies. Maybe she could get some cross-country skiing in. She could do that first thing, before her sister made plans that included her. It was Saturday, so Dave would be around if Joanie needed anything.
After putting Exercise at the top of her list, she hopped up and dug through her wardrobe for some warm clothing. She couldn't remember the last time she’d gone skiing, but the woods around the house were perfect — and she knew the area like the back of her hand. She’d have her cell phone with her in case she ran into problems.
Opening the storage closet, she checked her ski equipment. Still looked good, despite being packed away for a few years.
She got dressed and went downstairs for her daily coffee. Joanie sat on the couch, working on yet another knitting project. This one was a sweater in a bubble-gum pink color.
“New sweater?”
Joanie looked up and smiled. “Yup. This little sweetie is going to need lots of warm stuff, arriving in December.” Her hands paused and she frowned. “I’m hoping it’s not until December, but Joey was two weeks early, and the doctor is saying it could be any time.” She sighed. “I get so bored not doing anything but sitting here knitting — or cross-stitching, or reading. My scrapbooking is caught up. New baby has two sweaters and two afghans. I’ve made scarves and hats for everyone in the family. I know the longer the baby stays in, the better, but part of me can’t wait for her to be born.”
Sophie
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