‘It won’t be anything fancy, folks,’ she announced, ‘but I probably won’t poison you.’ With the crisis averted, the committee dispersed, and Kris introduced Deb and Liam to Angie, who leapt on their offer of assistance with the down-to-earth practicality and acceptance that Kris had discovered was her natural way, in the month or so since she’d returned to Dungirri. Angie seemed to have no reservations about their connection with Gil; her only comment, when she learned why they were there, was thankfulness that Gil had been in time to rescue Jeanie. The three were much the same age, and Kris left them already on friendly terms, brainstorming menus. Sandy Cunningham and the arson investigators had yet to arrive, so Kris returned to her place, hoping to grab a bite of breakfast before the day got too busy. As she pushed open her back door, Gil folded a piece of paper and tucked it into his pocket. The move was unhurried, and his carefully blank expression was innocent – maybe too innocent.
