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paintings. Keenan was dangerous, though, when he stepped out into the world. Ninny lived with her two German shepherds in the cabin next to Circe’s house. The only person Ninny might tell was Raquel, Gloria Belle’s daughter, the cop from Atlanta.
The voice didn’t think it was smart to tell him that.
“They might. By accident,” she explained, referring to the Triplets. “They go to town. They’re young.”
He looked unhappy. Circe didn’t like it when he was unhappy. She wanted to please him; she wanted him to stay. It had been so long since anyone worthy of her was nearby, so long since she’d been loved by him.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She went to stand behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He caught her wrist, tugging her forward.
“Oh, we’ll make sure of it, Jane. We’re going to make sure it’s all right,” he murmured against her wrist, brushing his lips back and forth over the sensitive white skin.
“Okay,” Circe agreed. It would be all right. He would take her away from this and she would live like a queen.
He smiled at her, tugging her forward until she was leaning against him while he rested against the sink. “Why don’t I show you how much I missed you?”
Circe flushed, enthralled by the heat in his eyes. It had been so, so long.
“That sounds perfect,” she agreed, sliding forward, smiling at him.
He pinched her chin gently between his fingers. “You are so beautiful, Jane.”
Circe smiled and took his hand away from her face. “Come with me.” She tugged him toward the bedroom. “It’s been a long time.”
He followed her, his eyes on her swaying hips.
Circe knew he watched her. Jane didn’t like the way he’d spoken about the Triplets, or think it was a good idea to blow off opening the store, but Jane was an idiot. Circe knew what her husband needed, what she needed as well, as she intended to give it to him.
8
TAVEY’S WEEK PASSED in a blur of activity. She managed to find homes for two of the rescue dogs, review the books for Dog with Two Bones and Once Was Lost with her bookkeeper, and finalize the arrangements for the search-and-rescue class she had coming up. She’d also managed, with no small amount of effort, to get hold of the original design and layout of the old Cherokee Paper Mill, built in 1832. It hadn’t been online, but she’d found an archive near Alpharetta. The only thing she didn’t do was speak to Tyler or Abraham.
She’d thought about it. If the old man was dying, she was running out of time to find out what he knew about Summer, but none of her previous efforts had been successful. She thought maybe she should try to get Tyler to help her talk to Abraham. If she could convince him to talk to his uncle about that day in the woods, maybe he would find out something new.
So she’d called him on Wednesday night, after three days of replaying that kiss in her head.
She chewed on her lower lip, thinking through that conversation. It hadn’t exactly been one for the record books, but he’d been at least a little receptive. He was supposed to talk to his uncle this morning, try to find out more about Abraham’s connection to the book they’d found.
“Okay, guys,” she addressed the beagles, who lounged at the end of her bed. “Time to go outside.” She padded over to the French doors, opening them wide. The back lawn stretched for several hundred yards, its smooth rolling landscape a carpet of green velvet broken by the occasional oak tree. She’d worked with them again this week on not jumping over the fence, but she wasn’t sure how long the training would hold before something irresistible would catch Boomer’s attention. The beagles raced out, eager to discover what had changed since their last visit the night before. Tavey, watching them, wished that she had time to just play with them for a morning, maybe take them for a run along the paths she’d created over several acres of the surrounding property,
The voice didn’t think it was smart to tell him that.
“They might. By accident,” she explained, referring to the Triplets. “They go to town. They’re young.”
He looked unhappy. Circe didn’t like it when he was unhappy. She wanted to please him; she wanted him to stay. It had been so long since anyone worthy of her was nearby, so long since she’d been loved by him.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She went to stand behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He caught her wrist, tugging her forward.
“Oh, we’ll make sure of it, Jane. We’re going to make sure it’s all right,” he murmured against her wrist, brushing his lips back and forth over the sensitive white skin.
“Okay,” Circe agreed. It would be all right. He would take her away from this and she would live like a queen.
He smiled at her, tugging her forward until she was leaning against him while he rested against the sink. “Why don’t I show you how much I missed you?”
Circe flushed, enthralled by the heat in his eyes. It had been so, so long.
“That sounds perfect,” she agreed, sliding forward, smiling at him.
He pinched her chin gently between his fingers. “You are so beautiful, Jane.”
Circe smiled and took his hand away from her face. “Come with me.” She tugged him toward the bedroom. “It’s been a long time.”
He followed her, his eyes on her swaying hips.
Circe knew he watched her. Jane didn’t like the way he’d spoken about the Triplets, or think it was a good idea to blow off opening the store, but Jane was an idiot. Circe knew what her husband needed, what she needed as well, as she intended to give it to him.
8
TAVEY’S WEEK PASSED in a blur of activity. She managed to find homes for two of the rescue dogs, review the books for Dog with Two Bones and Once Was Lost with her bookkeeper, and finalize the arrangements for the search-and-rescue class she had coming up. She’d also managed, with no small amount of effort, to get hold of the original design and layout of the old Cherokee Paper Mill, built in 1832. It hadn’t been online, but she’d found an archive near Alpharetta. The only thing she didn’t do was speak to Tyler or Abraham.
She’d thought about it. If the old man was dying, she was running out of time to find out what he knew about Summer, but none of her previous efforts had been successful. She thought maybe she should try to get Tyler to help her talk to Abraham. If she could convince him to talk to his uncle about that day in the woods, maybe he would find out something new.
So she’d called him on Wednesday night, after three days of replaying that kiss in her head.
She chewed on her lower lip, thinking through that conversation. It hadn’t exactly been one for the record books, but he’d been at least a little receptive. He was supposed to talk to his uncle this morning, try to find out more about Abraham’s connection to the book they’d found.
“Okay, guys,” she addressed the beagles, who lounged at the end of her bed. “Time to go outside.” She padded over to the French doors, opening them wide. The back lawn stretched for several hundred yards, its smooth rolling landscape a carpet of green velvet broken by the occasional oak tree. She’d worked with them again this week on not jumping over the fence, but she wasn’t sure how long the training would hold before something irresistible would catch Boomer’s attention. The beagles raced out, eager to discover what had changed since their last visit the night before. Tavey, watching them, wished that she had time to just play with them for a morning, maybe take them for a run along the paths she’d created over several acres of the surrounding property,
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