Read Online StillWaters:Book4oftheSophieGreenMysteries by Still Waters - Free Book Online
Authors: Still Waters
Ads: Link
book. “The what?”
He grinned. “Dr. Lucy Denver. Very nice. Lives a couple of miles away, in Port Gaverne—”
I don’t give a flying fuck where she lives. “Did she examine the cave body?”
He nodded.
“And she’s here?”
He nodded again.
“How—why—?”
“I made a few calls last night. Cornish police are very accommodating. Dr. Denver agreed to come out here, seeing as you’re incapacitated.”
“I am not—let me get dressed.” I felt at my hair. “God, Luke, there’s still seaweed in my hair!”
“I didn’t think it would be polite to point it out to you.”
“I need a shower.”
“I’m sure she’s seen worse.”
I flung back the covers. “Yes, but not on the living. Are there towels in the bathroom?”
I clomped down the stairs, ricocheting to a halt when I registered a small, pretty woman with curly brown hair, sitting on the sofa, reading my Cosmo.
“You must be Sophie Green,” she said, smiling.
She looked clean and neat and she smelled nice. In other words, the opposite of me.
“I have to take a shower,” I mumbled, and legged it to the bathroom. “Oh—I need clothes…”
“I’ll get them,” Luke said, grinning widely, and jogged down the stairs to the creepy cherub room to get some. He came back up with a pile of clothing for me and I took it and locked myself in the bathroom. Bastard could have warned me.
Although, it was jolly nice of him to get her to come over. Wonder if he sent a photo of himself to encourage her?
I shampooed my hair twice with Maria’s shampoo because it smelled stronger than mine and might mask the seaweed stink more, double conditioned it, lathered myself all over with Olay Body Wash (they should rename that: I am not a body. Not in the corpse-like sense) and shaved my legs and underarms. It felt so nice to be clean, to smell good.
I even put on a bit of makeup to stop myself looking so pasty. I got out my big bottle of cheap and cheerful body lotion and blobbed that all over myself. And then I got dressed.
At least, I started to. Then I wrapped a towel around myself, opened the door, and said, “Luke, did it occur to you I might need a bra?”
He looked up from his conversation with Dr. Lucy.
“Can’t you manage without one?” he asked, quite hopefully.
“Not since I was thirteen,” I said. I pushed open the door a little further. “Okay, I’ll get one myself—”
Luke took me in with a lightning glance, leapt to his feet, and said, “No, I’ll do it. Stay there, for God’s sake cover yourself up.”
I looked down at myself. Towel covering me from armpit to thigh. It wasn’t the most elegant of outfits, but it was at least decent.
He dashed past me and down the stairs, and I offered a weak smile to Dr. Lucy.
“Sorry. I—I’ve been ill…”
“So he told me. I hope you’re feeling better now?”
I nodded. “Yes. Thanks.”
Silence, while she looked at her nails and I studied the wall opposite the bathroom door.
“Luke?” I called.
“Could you give me a few pointers as to where?”
“Suitcase?”
Another silence. I met Dr. Lucy’s gaze.
“Have you been together long?” she asked politely, and my eyes bulged.
“We’ve been broken up for four months.”
“Oh! Oh. I see. But you’re—I see.”
A blatant lie.
Eventually Luke came back up, holding one of my bras like it was hard porn.
“Thank you.” I tried not to blush as I closed the door, locked it to be on the safe side, and finished getting dressed. Luke had brought up my blue jeans—my brown ones having been lost somewhere in the hospital—and a bobble-knit sweater. I was quite pleased to discover my jeans were slightly looser than before. I must try this drowning lark more often.
I emerged, feeling slimmer, brighter, and a hell of a lot cleaner, and went into the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
“I made you some,” Luke said, gesturing to a mug on the table. “Feeling better?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“Remind me not to go too near
He grinned. “Dr. Lucy Denver. Very nice. Lives a couple of miles away, in Port Gaverne—”
I don’t give a flying fuck where she lives. “Did she examine the cave body?”
He nodded.
“And she’s here?”
He nodded again.
“How—why—?”
“I made a few calls last night. Cornish police are very accommodating. Dr. Denver agreed to come out here, seeing as you’re incapacitated.”
“I am not—let me get dressed.” I felt at my hair. “God, Luke, there’s still seaweed in my hair!”
“I didn’t think it would be polite to point it out to you.”
“I need a shower.”
“I’m sure she’s seen worse.”
I flung back the covers. “Yes, but not on the living. Are there towels in the bathroom?”
I clomped down the stairs, ricocheting to a halt when I registered a small, pretty woman with curly brown hair, sitting on the sofa, reading my Cosmo.
“You must be Sophie Green,” she said, smiling.
She looked clean and neat and she smelled nice. In other words, the opposite of me.
“I have to take a shower,” I mumbled, and legged it to the bathroom. “Oh—I need clothes…”
“I’ll get them,” Luke said, grinning widely, and jogged down the stairs to the creepy cherub room to get some. He came back up with a pile of clothing for me and I took it and locked myself in the bathroom. Bastard could have warned me.
Although, it was jolly nice of him to get her to come over. Wonder if he sent a photo of himself to encourage her?
I shampooed my hair twice with Maria’s shampoo because it smelled stronger than mine and might mask the seaweed stink more, double conditioned it, lathered myself all over with Olay Body Wash (they should rename that: I am not a body. Not in the corpse-like sense) and shaved my legs and underarms. It felt so nice to be clean, to smell good.
I even put on a bit of makeup to stop myself looking so pasty. I got out my big bottle of cheap and cheerful body lotion and blobbed that all over myself. And then I got dressed.
At least, I started to. Then I wrapped a towel around myself, opened the door, and said, “Luke, did it occur to you I might need a bra?”
He looked up from his conversation with Dr. Lucy.
“Can’t you manage without one?” he asked, quite hopefully.
“Not since I was thirteen,” I said. I pushed open the door a little further. “Okay, I’ll get one myself—”
Luke took me in with a lightning glance, leapt to his feet, and said, “No, I’ll do it. Stay there, for God’s sake cover yourself up.”
I looked down at myself. Towel covering me from armpit to thigh. It wasn’t the most elegant of outfits, but it was at least decent.
He dashed past me and down the stairs, and I offered a weak smile to Dr. Lucy.
“Sorry. I—I’ve been ill…”
“So he told me. I hope you’re feeling better now?”
I nodded. “Yes. Thanks.”
Silence, while she looked at her nails and I studied the wall opposite the bathroom door.
“Luke?” I called.
“Could you give me a few pointers as to where?”
“Suitcase?”
Another silence. I met Dr. Lucy’s gaze.
“Have you been together long?” she asked politely, and my eyes bulged.
“We’ve been broken up for four months.”
“Oh! Oh. I see. But you’re—I see.”
A blatant lie.
Eventually Luke came back up, holding one of my bras like it was hard porn.
“Thank you.” I tried not to blush as I closed the door, locked it to be on the safe side, and finished getting dressed. Luke had brought up my blue jeans—my brown ones having been lost somewhere in the hospital—and a bobble-knit sweater. I was quite pleased to discover my jeans were slightly looser than before. I must try this drowning lark more often.
I emerged, feeling slimmer, brighter, and a hell of a lot cleaner, and went into the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
“I made you some,” Luke said, gesturing to a mug on the table. “Feeling better?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“Remind me not to go too near
Similar Books
