Kree put the last of the items from the washing-up rack away and again glanced at the clock. The farmhouse’s dining room table was covered in a white, lace tablecloth and set using rose placemats she knew Tish would appreciate. She had put the pot roast in the slow cooker before she’d left to muster the UltraBlacks and it was now filling the house with an enticing and rich aroma. She’d managed to substitute Australian ingredients for her normal American ones and had produced a pumpkin pie that she hoped proved edible. Her back-up dessert plan was a tub of honey and macadamia ice-cream. All she needed now were her three guests. She adjusted the thin strap of her black-and-white floral dress. Her last Glenalla trip, she’d visited the general store and this shorter-than-normal dress had been her only option. She checked that the sprig of fragrant daphne remained tucked in her casual top-knot. Perfume was another thing she hadn’t packed in her mad rush to leave to search for Seth.
