Chapter 6
Sunday Night
Greg sat in the Baxter’s kitchen, as modern as the Lamont B&B’s was classic. It was also one of the most efficient layouts he’d ever seen in a home kitchen, clearly Ralph Baxter’s doing. However, Ralph wasn’t here at the moment and Mrs. Baxter was making his head spin almost as badly as her daughter did.
For the last day and a half, he and Jessica had rarely been more than an arm’s length apart. And now, when he could really use her help, she and Natalya had gone off to do “girl things.” They’d actually said it that way, “Girl things.” What the hell were those? Well, the itch between his shoulder blades told him the topic of their conversation even if he didn’t know where they were or what they were doing.
Instead he was sitting with Monica Baxter, her sister Gi
