She thought about calling Twyla and breaking the news about Kenny but then decided it would be better to wait until she had more information. If Dusty didn’t call within the hour, she would call him. Or Cora Lee.While Olive had handled all her suitcases at once, it took Bri three trips to get them up to Miss Hattie’s room. When both Beau and Brant were in residence, they always fought over the room. And any idiot would understand why. The room had been decorated for a man’s tastes. The furniture dark and massive. The color scheme deep reds and browns. The chairs in front of the fireplace cushioned and comfortable. And the four-poster bed huge and stacked with more pillows than a sultan’s tent.On the second luggage run, it proved too much of a temptation, and Bri kicked off her heels and tested out the high mattress. She had barely stopped bouncing when she looked up and noticed the mirror on the overhead canopy. A mirror with a painting of a beautiful woman in a sexy red gown.She laughed.
