Even if the crunch of tires on gravel hadn’t wakened Sara, Brody’s bellowing would have. Minutes later the front door slammed shut, Nick grumbled something unintelligible at Brody which received an equally gruff response, and the cart set out on its thus far fruitless endeavor to locate a French missionary’s fortune. Sara yanked the bedcovers over her head in an attempt to drown out the noise. But once the cart had left, she realized she was fully awake and might as well use the quiet time to attend to her own chores. She’d work in the vineyard first and attack spreadsheets later. She dressed, had coffee and decided to check out the newly painted guest rooms. The lemon walls were cheerful and inviting, and once she ordered new linens from the JC Penney catalog she’d brought from Sandusky, the rooms should appeal to anyone staying at the Cozy Cove Inn. A total of four rooms had been completed. Dexter had only Sara’s room to work on before he was done. Nick had made it clear that no one would be entering his sacred domain for any reason, and she’d agreed.
