“Well, hi, Mrs. Morgan,” Jed said softly, caressing her wedding band
Jed continued. “How about a ‘Welcome home’ kiss for the injured warrior?”
Sarah’s lips parted in a gasp.
Her eyes sparked with indignation.
Jed did a mental double-take. Had they quarreled, before his accident? He leaned forward and claimed her parted pink lips with his own.
From a foggy distance, he heard a child’s giggle. “Daddy’s kissing Mommy,” his daughter whispered.
But Mommy, Jed realized with an uneasy jolt, wasn’t kissing Daddy back….
WHERE on earth was Jedidiah Morgan?
Sarah shivered in the bone-chilling rain as she banged the wolf-head door knocker for the umpteenth time. She’d come all this way to throw herself on the man’s mercy—he just had to be at home!
“Mom—” Emma’s voice was plaintive “—I’m hungry.”
Sarah glanced wearily at the six-year-old sagging against her on the lamp-lit stoop. Rain streamed down Emma’s yellow slicker; ran down her wistful, upturned face.
“Honey, I’m sure your uncle will have a big fridge packed with food, if this fine house is anything to go by.” She’d carried three-year-old Jamie from the car and now, as her left shoulder cramped, she shifted his weight.
Stirring, he murmured, “Mommie, I wanna go bed.”
Sarah cuddled him closer. “Soon, sweetie. Soon.”
She wanted to go to bed, too. She’d driven over three hundred miles since leaving Quesnel and for the last seventy the foul weather had reduced visibility to almost nil. The drive up Whispering Mountain to Morgan’s Hope had been a nightmare; the stress of it had left her totally drained.
She squeezed back a welling of tears. What a mess she’d made of things. And what a fool she’d been to make this trip, using up precious dollars for gas on what was turning out to be nothing more than a wild-goose chase.
Turning, she looked despairingly into the pitch-black night.
The storm wasn’t letting up—if anything, it was becoming even more savage. She flinched as lightning flashed across the sky. For a fleeting moment, the zigzagging strobe lit up the wide graveled sweep, her rusted blue Cutlass, the surrounding forest of evergreens—
“Mom!” Emma’s eager voice reached her over the rising gale. “The door’s not locked!”
Sarah swiveled around.
Emma had opened the door a crack.
“Honey!” Sarah shot an arm out to stop her. “Don’t—”
Too late. Emma had swung the door inward and had already moved forward into the shadowy entranceway.
Sarah hesitated. Then with a grimace, she stepped nervously after her daughter, jumping as a draft caught the door and slammed it shut behind them.
In the glow through the fanlight from the lamp outside, she saw a switch on the wall. Heart thudding, she flicked it on.
Emma was already walking ahead into a large foyer decorated with sleek, pale oak furniture and graced by an elegant curving staircase. Rain dripped from her daughter’s slicker, leaving a trail of dime-size stains on the taupe Berber carpet.
“Wait!” Sarah called softly.
“Let’s find the kitchen, Mom.”
Sarah glanced at Jamie and saw he’d fallen asleep. She bit her lip undecidedly. She knew she ought to go over to the staircase and shout, ‘Helloooo?’ But if she did, she’d waken Jamie. Besides, it was obvious nobody was at home; she’d hammered the door loudly enough to waken the dead.
And the house had that unmistakably ‘empty’ feel to it.
Emma sat down and tugged off her pink rubber boots. Scrambling to her feet, she tossed her wet slicker on top of the boots and padded determinedly along a corridor to the left that led to the back of the house.
Sarah expelled a wry sigh. From the moment Emma Jane Morgan had drawn her first breath, she’d gone doggedly after what she wanted and tonight was apparently to be no exception!
Following in her wake, Sarah flicked on another light, revealing an open doorway at the far end of the corridor.
“It’s down here, Mom!” Entering the room, Emma rose on her tiptoes and had just hit the light switch when her mother caught up with her.
If Sarah hadn’t been so tired, she knew she’d have drooled over this kitchen. It could have been lifted straight off the glossy cover of Fabulous Homes.
Black. White. And chrome. Everything sparkling, spotless and dazzling. From the white-tiled floor, to the granite countertops, to the state-of-the-art appliances.