Death Of The Family Recipe (A Scotti Fitzgerald Murder Mystery Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
We didn’t want to leave the misty mornings on the back deck, or the sunsets that splashed pink, orange and purple over the water at night. Or the lullaby of lapping water, twittering birds and rustling trees to which we fell asleep. During the day, we explored the white sandy beaches, browsed the quaint shops and hiked in the rolling hills. At night, we gorged on seafood at waterfront cafes, danced on the deck to old Sinatra songs, and made love. We slept like contented children and awoke to peaceful bliss. Those few days at the cottage was like a tonic that nourished our spirits, slowed us down, and brought us to a deeper connection with each other. Like living in a fairy tale where nothing bad ever happened. On our last night, we lay in bed, listening to the fire crackle, and watching shadows dance the walls. "Do we have to go home tomorrow?" Ted sighed. "Sorry baby, our time is up." He kissed me. "I tried to get another couple of days but no-go." I raised my head and looked into his sweet face.
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