I really wasn't in the mood to help Mom make lunch, but there wasn't much else to be done at the moment. Dad and Crew retreated, Daisy staying with us to help out. No, the whole women in the kitchen thing wasn't lost on me, but I didn't have anything to contribute to the investigation that my poor, tired brain could produce so I instead chopped aggressively at vegetables and tried not to think about the murder.
A nice distraction entered the room in the form of Carter Melnick. He'd traded out his dark suit for jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt, the deep V-neck of the collar showing off his muscular chest in a way that made me blush just for looking.
"Is Willow all right?" Mom paused with a tray of cookies in her hands, dessert for after ready to go in the oven. I know she likely didn't
