forgotten (Twisted Cedars Mysteries Book 2) by CJ Carmichael Page B
Authors: CJ Carmichael
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what it was. Maybe you’re right not to let him pull your chain anymore. Just forget about him, and focus on your new life here in Twisted Cedars.”
She kissed him then, and after a few seconds, she felt his muscles relax. He pulled her close, ravishing her mouth, making her need for him run hot in her blood, turning her reckless and wild. They made love there, on the porch, in the dark, with the ocean as witness.
Later, they went inside to the kitchen where Charlotte poured them both a glass of wine. She wished he could stay the night with her. But until he’d had a chance to meet the children, it wouldn’t be right.
When it came time for him to leave, she asked if he would come again, tomorrow. “For dinner. So you can get to know the kids.”
He raked his fingers through his hair and grimaced. “About that. I’m no good with kids, Char.”
“Hey, I haven’t had much experience with children this age, either.”
“Yeah, but you’re a nice person, a librarian, no less. You’ll be a good influence on them.”
“And you won’t?”
“Do you really need me to answer that for you? You’ve read my books.”
“So?” She shook her head at him. “Even Stephen King has children.”
chapter eight
day 3 after the accident
d espite having worked for most of the weekend, Wade found his desk buried under files, messages and forms when he showed up Monday morning. His office manager, Marnie Philips, was at her desk juggling all his incoming calls, motioning with her eyes that she needed to speak with him. Everyone in the office was feeling the stress of having two new cases on top of the usual summer madness.
Wade glanced through the messages, prioritizing in his mind the calls and meetings he needed to make before noon. Within a few minutes, Marnie interrupted, splaying her hands with her perfectly manicured nails on his desk.
“You were in on the weekend, again.” She said this like it was a crime.
Marnie was in her mid-twenties, but with her big eyes, clear skin, and round-shaped face she looked much younger. This youthful appearance didn’t stop her, however, from acting like she was the boss of the place.
“I realize sometimes you are going to need files when I’m not here to pull them for you. But when you’re done with them, please just leave them on my desk.”
“Don’t tell me I messed up your filing system again.”
She raised her eyebrows, silently making her point.
He sighed. “Fine.”
“Thank you. By the way Dunne and Carter both want to talk to you as soon as possible. Want me to set up some times?”
The deputies were in charge of his two most pressing open investigations. Frank Dunne was handling the investigation into the fatal truck accident, while Duane Carter was in charge of the Hammond-Quinpool homicide. “Tell Dunne to come in around ten. And I’ll meet Carter at the Buttermilk Café for lunch.”
“Will do.”
He was reaching for his pen, about to sign his approval for Carter’s expense report, when he sensed Marnie had something else to say. He glanced up. Sure enough, she was still standing there.
“How was the fishing on Friday?”
He frowned at the question. Friday seemed so long ago now. He realized the fish he’d caught were still in the ice chest. By now, the ice would be melted. The fish would have turned. Crap.
“Weather was great and the fish were biting, fine. But that truck accident sure took the shine off the day.”
“Too bad about the accident. But do you think you could show me that fishing spot sometime? I went out on Saturday and didn’t catch a thing.”
Marnie fished? That was a revelation. “It’s a MacKay family secret. But sure, you bring in a map and I’ll show you how to find it. You have to promise not to tell anyone else, though.”
He thought he was being magnameous with his offer, but Marnie didn’t seem to appreciate that. In fact, she looked a little disappointed.
Wade turned back to his work, and it
She kissed him then, and after a few seconds, she felt his muscles relax. He pulled her close, ravishing her mouth, making her need for him run hot in her blood, turning her reckless and wild. They made love there, on the porch, in the dark, with the ocean as witness.
Later, they went inside to the kitchen where Charlotte poured them both a glass of wine. She wished he could stay the night with her. But until he’d had a chance to meet the children, it wouldn’t be right.
When it came time for him to leave, she asked if he would come again, tomorrow. “For dinner. So you can get to know the kids.”
He raked his fingers through his hair and grimaced. “About that. I’m no good with kids, Char.”
“Hey, I haven’t had much experience with children this age, either.”
“Yeah, but you’re a nice person, a librarian, no less. You’ll be a good influence on them.”
“And you won’t?”
“Do you really need me to answer that for you? You’ve read my books.”
“So?” She shook her head at him. “Even Stephen King has children.”
chapter eight
day 3 after the accident
d espite having worked for most of the weekend, Wade found his desk buried under files, messages and forms when he showed up Monday morning. His office manager, Marnie Philips, was at her desk juggling all his incoming calls, motioning with her eyes that she needed to speak with him. Everyone in the office was feeling the stress of having two new cases on top of the usual summer madness.
Wade glanced through the messages, prioritizing in his mind the calls and meetings he needed to make before noon. Within a few minutes, Marnie interrupted, splaying her hands with her perfectly manicured nails on his desk.
“You were in on the weekend, again.” She said this like it was a crime.
Marnie was in her mid-twenties, but with her big eyes, clear skin, and round-shaped face she looked much younger. This youthful appearance didn’t stop her, however, from acting like she was the boss of the place.
“I realize sometimes you are going to need files when I’m not here to pull them for you. But when you’re done with them, please just leave them on my desk.”
“Don’t tell me I messed up your filing system again.”
She raised her eyebrows, silently making her point.
He sighed. “Fine.”
“Thank you. By the way Dunne and Carter both want to talk to you as soon as possible. Want me to set up some times?”
The deputies were in charge of his two most pressing open investigations. Frank Dunne was handling the investigation into the fatal truck accident, while Duane Carter was in charge of the Hammond-Quinpool homicide. “Tell Dunne to come in around ten. And I’ll meet Carter at the Buttermilk Café for lunch.”
“Will do.”
He was reaching for his pen, about to sign his approval for Carter’s expense report, when he sensed Marnie had something else to say. He glanced up. Sure enough, she was still standing there.
“How was the fishing on Friday?”
He frowned at the question. Friday seemed so long ago now. He realized the fish he’d caught were still in the ice chest. By now, the ice would be melted. The fish would have turned. Crap.
“Weather was great and the fish were biting, fine. But that truck accident sure took the shine off the day.”
“Too bad about the accident. But do you think you could show me that fishing spot sometime? I went out on Saturday and didn’t catch a thing.”
Marnie fished? That was a revelation. “It’s a MacKay family secret. But sure, you bring in a map and I’ll show you how to find it. You have to promise not to tell anyone else, though.”
He thought he was being magnameous with his offer, but Marnie didn’t seem to appreciate that. In fact, she looked a little disappointed.
Wade turned back to his work, and it
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