was sleeping just below but apparently, murder and mayhem wore a person out.
Still her thoughts went first to the fact that Wyatt was here as soon as her cell alarm woke her. It was six am and she dressed quickly taking a moment to apply some light make up.
Then she hurried downstairs. She got coffee going and then began preparations for breakfast.
She had decided on a simple frittata. She would add fresh herbs and chopped spinach to the grated potatoes in the cast iron skillet. She cooked these ingredients until just tender then turned off the burner. Next, she added the milk and egg mixture. She topped the pan generously with cheddar cheese. She would pop the skillet under the broiler for just a few minutes to set everything right before serving. She then raided the refrigerator and fruit bowl to create a lovely fresh fruit salad. She whisked together a light poppy seed dressing.
She was placing this bowl back into the refrigerator to chill when she felt arms wrapping around her waist.
She turned into Wyatt’s arms and smiled warmly up at him.
He kissed her lightly on the lips and then murmured close to her ear, “Hmmmm what a fantasy, seeing this beautiful woman, my woman in the kitchen cooking breakfast.”
She swatted at his chest and said, ‘It’s for everyone buddy, don’t get too excited. ”
His eyes glinted and he growled, “Oh, but I am.”
Flustered she busied herself gathering plates and utensils to carry into the dining room.
Just as she finished setting the long table, he came in carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. She gratefully accepted the mug he held out and they settled themselves at the small table near the huge window. For a moment they looked out at the new day fully arrived in the light blue sky.
He set his mug down and began telling her about the preliminary results of the autopsy on Heather Mason. Her death was suspicious. It was difficult to determine anything for sure on a body that had tumbled hundreds of feet down a rocky hillside. The medical examiner had made the determination based on what appeared to be defensive wounds and two prominent bruises on the victims back. She felt these injuries could indicate that Heather had been pushed from behind and then grabbing frantically at someone or something trying to avoid going over the edge.
Lacey drew in a sharp breath; she had convinced herself that Heather’s death was a suicide over the guilt of killing her husband. She thought that would put the completely horrible ordeal to rest. This information however, created many more questions. Who else could be involved? Sensing there was more she looked expectantly at Wyatt.
He continued in a quiet voice, “There were two DNA samples found under Heather’s fingernails. One was a match to Adam Mason and the other is unknown. There were also a few hairs and fibers that are still being analyzed. ”
He took her hand in his, “I’m telling you this Lacey because it means you and everyone else in this scenario is not out of danger.”
His hand tightened on hers as her fear was visible on her features.
She let herself look vulnerable for just a moment and then her features tightened and she pulled her hand out of his, straightened her shoulders, and said firmly, “I’m not afraid. I want to help you solve this. Tell me what I can do.”
He spoke more firmly, “No. You need to stay out of this and be safe. ”
She quickly replied, “Well it’s too late for that, I’m right in the middle of this.”
He sighed , she was right; the best thing was to get to the bottom of both of these deaths and remove whoever was responsible from the scene. They were both quiet as they absorbed the situation.
They looked up as Miranda and John Braverman entered the dining room.
Lacey jumped up to go finish breakfast.
When she came back in with piping hot wedges of frittata arranged, attractively on three plates with the bright colorful fruit salad side dish she was aware of tension in the
Still her thoughts went first to the fact that Wyatt was here as soon as her cell alarm woke her. It was six am and she dressed quickly taking a moment to apply some light make up.
Then she hurried downstairs. She got coffee going and then began preparations for breakfast.
She had decided on a simple frittata. She would add fresh herbs and chopped spinach to the grated potatoes in the cast iron skillet. She cooked these ingredients until just tender then turned off the burner. Next, she added the milk and egg mixture. She topped the pan generously with cheddar cheese. She would pop the skillet under the broiler for just a few minutes to set everything right before serving. She then raided the refrigerator and fruit bowl to create a lovely fresh fruit salad. She whisked together a light poppy seed dressing.
She was placing this bowl back into the refrigerator to chill when she felt arms wrapping around her waist.
She turned into Wyatt’s arms and smiled warmly up at him.
He kissed her lightly on the lips and then murmured close to her ear, “Hmmmm what a fantasy, seeing this beautiful woman, my woman in the kitchen cooking breakfast.”
She swatted at his chest and said, ‘It’s for everyone buddy, don’t get too excited. ”
His eyes glinted and he growled, “Oh, but I am.”
Flustered she busied herself gathering plates and utensils to carry into the dining room.
Just as she finished setting the long table, he came in carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. She gratefully accepted the mug he held out and they settled themselves at the small table near the huge window. For a moment they looked out at the new day fully arrived in the light blue sky.
He set his mug down and began telling her about the preliminary results of the autopsy on Heather Mason. Her death was suspicious. It was difficult to determine anything for sure on a body that had tumbled hundreds of feet down a rocky hillside. The medical examiner had made the determination based on what appeared to be defensive wounds and two prominent bruises on the victims back. She felt these injuries could indicate that Heather had been pushed from behind and then grabbing frantically at someone or something trying to avoid going over the edge.
Lacey drew in a sharp breath; she had convinced herself that Heather’s death was a suicide over the guilt of killing her husband. She thought that would put the completely horrible ordeal to rest. This information however, created many more questions. Who else could be involved? Sensing there was more she looked expectantly at Wyatt.
He continued in a quiet voice, “There were two DNA samples found under Heather’s fingernails. One was a match to Adam Mason and the other is unknown. There were also a few hairs and fibers that are still being analyzed. ”
He took her hand in his, “I’m telling you this Lacey because it means you and everyone else in this scenario is not out of danger.”
His hand tightened on hers as her fear was visible on her features.
She let herself look vulnerable for just a moment and then her features tightened and she pulled her hand out of his, straightened her shoulders, and said firmly, “I’m not afraid. I want to help you solve this. Tell me what I can do.”
He spoke more firmly, “No. You need to stay out of this and be safe. ”
She quickly replied, “Well it’s too late for that, I’m right in the middle of this.”
He sighed , she was right; the best thing was to get to the bottom of both of these deaths and remove whoever was responsible from the scene. They were both quiet as they absorbed the situation.
They looked up as Miranda and John Braverman entered the dining room.
Lacey jumped up to go finish breakfast.
When she came back in with piping hot wedges of frittata arranged, attractively on three plates with the bright colorful fruit salad side dish she was aware of tension in the
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