“Want some coffee?” Kate asked, glancing at the clock. It was much too early for her sister to be up. And she was worried. She thought she had heard Trish crying during the night. Walking to the window, Trish shook her head. “Maybe later.” Kate went back to rolling the biscuit dough, unsure whether she should ask Trish what was bothering her. Even though they were worlds apart in temperament and likes and dislikes, they’d always been close, but there had been changes since Trish and Morgan had become engaged. Not that Kate minded. Nobody could be happier for her sister than she was. But she didn’t like the idea that something—or someone—had made Trish cry. “I’ve been asked to go on a tour to promote my book this fall.” Kate’s hands stilled on the rolling pin. “Trish, that’s fantastic! What a great opportunity for you.” Trish turned around and took her seat at the table where Kate was working.
