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I stood and started to pace, but my ankle was still a little tender, so I leaned against the wall. “I’m not making it up. Somebody tried to kill me at the library.”
“I believe you, Miss Wainwright,” MacLeod said, and gave Derek a meaningful look. “After we spoke, I went by the library and saw the damage done. Someone went to great lengths to try to hurt her, with little regard for public property, I might add.”
Derek hissed out a breath and his jaw clenched.
Scowling, I turned to the picture window and stared out at the breathtaking view of Princes Street Gardens and the New City beyond. I wanted to enjoy the spectacular sight, but I was too furious to think straight. I couldn’t believe they were taking Minka’s word that Perry was i
Chapter 11
I left Derek’s suite shortly after MacLeod took off.
Mom and Dad had decided to go to the Witchery restaurant for a romantic a
“Angus kissed you?” I asked as I laid out my clothes for the evening.
“Yes,” Robin said. “We’d walked about a block from the hotel and he stopped and apologized. I asked him why and he goes, ‘Because I’m going to do this.’ And then he kissed me.”
“Wow. I’ve got goose bumps.”
“I know,” Robin said. “So then he says he took one look at me and felt like he’d been struck by lightning, and if I didn’t marry him, he’d spend the rest of his days tracking me down until I relented.”
“Wow,” I said again. “Good lines.”
“I know.”
“I need a shower.”
“I need a drink.”
While I took a shower to wash off the day’s craziness, Robin popped open a half bottle of red wine from the minibar and poured us each a glass. After the shower, I felt wide-awake and about two hundred times better than before. More relaxed and less achy. The wine might’ve helped a little, too.
What was I thinking? Of course the wine helped.
We decided to get out and explore Edinburgh. About time, too. I loved this city and hadn’t had a single minute to enjoy it.
I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a pink long-sleeved knit top; then Robin filled me in on the news from home while I blew my hair dry. The big news from Dharma, our hometown, was that another store was about to open on Shakespeare Lane, the town’s main drag. Well, “main drag” was a bit of an overstatement. Shakespeare Lane, or “the Lane,” as we locals called it, was a quaint, narrow two-lane street of charming shops, cafés and restaurants.
Barely two blocks long, the Lane had become something of a wine country mecca, thanks to the small luxury hotel and spa that capped one end of the street. It also helped that two world-class restaurants had moved in over the past year. Our commune’s excellent winery now had a tasting room on the Lane. There were clothing shops, a baby store, an antique shop. My sister China owned Warped, a high-end yarn and weaving shop next door to the town bookstore.
“Who’s opening the new shop?” I asked after I turned off the hair dryer and grabbed my brush.
“A
Startled, I dropped the hair dryer and the brush flew out of my hand. I scrambled to catch the hair dryer, but it was attached to the wall by a curly cord, so it just bounced up and down instead of crashing to the floor.
Robin stood in the doorway, laughing at me. “I knew that would get your attention.”
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As I slipped on my walking boots, I frowned at Robin. “Wonder why Mom didn’t say anything about it.”
Robin shook her head. “She’s too worried about you to think of anything else.”
“Yeah, I guess she gets distracted.”
“Your mom? Really?” She smiled. “You think so?”
“No, of course not. What was I thinking?” I gri
“Kitchen stuff.”
I thought about that as I finished my wine and grabbed my gloves from the drawer. “Not a bad idea. We don’t have anything like that in the area.”
“Yeah, and did you know she cooks?”
“I had no idea.”
“She’s going to give cooking classes and mix it up with wine pairings from the winery.”
“Smart.” I wrapped my ankle with an elastic bandage Derek had given me, then slipped on my sturdy boots. Most of the pain was gone, but I didn’t want to take any chances of twisting it again on the cobblestone sidewalks. I zipped up my fleece hoodie, then checked that the windows were still secured before grabbing my purse and jacket and leading the way out the door. “I’ve only been gone a few days. Why didn’t I hear about this before?”
“You’ve been involved with this trip for weeks. Guess it didn’t register.”
“So how do you know so much about it?”
“Hey, it’s my town, too. I do get up there every so often.”
“Especially recently,” I said, studying her. “You’ve been talking to Austin.”
“No,” she said a little too quickly. “Well, of course. I mean, no more than usual, which is rarely.”
“Liar,” I said, gri
“I’m rubber, you’re glue.”
“And you’re so mature.”
“Just don’t be blabbing to him about Angus,” she said darkly.
“Hey, a little competition might do him some good.”
My brother Austin had been Robin’s secret crush since we were in fifth grade. I’d seen them together at Mom and Dad’s a
As we turned the corner to the elevator banks, Robin changed the subject. “I stopped by your place before I left town and talked to Suzie and Vi
My neighbors had been indispensable to me when Abraham’s killer made a shambles of my studio and apartment. Suzie and Vi
“How are they doing?”
She smiled. “They insisted on feeding me, so I totally get your devotion to them.”
“Aren’t they great?” Suzie and Vi
“Yeah, they are,” she said, gri
“Poor Splinters! What happened?” Pookie and Splinters were the girls’ beloved cats. I was proud to be their designated cat sitter, a fact that had brought Robin to near fits of laughter when she first heard. Not that it was my fault, but despite my love of animals, I’d never been very good with pets. I hadn’t mentioned that to Suzie and Vi