A Love for all Ages (Crockett County Trilogy Book 1) by Brenda Phillips Page B
Authors: Brenda Phillips
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vital
reason.”
Closing his eyes briefly he adds, “I have looked at all the
number and columns until my eyes hurt.”
Lifting his fork he takes
a bite of the omelet, “This is good, thanks, I didn’t realize I was
hungry until you mentioned food.”
Grinning he continues to eat.
“You’re welcome.
I have been busy trying to look up
information on the civil war, particularly the year Archie died.
Not
having any luck either.” Shrugging one slim shoulder, she goes
back to eating.
Hearing a soft meow Chase picks up the kitten; he feeds her
a bite of his omelet.
Then sets her back on the floor, looking up
he sees Stephanie looking at him smiling.
“We really need to name
her.”
Looking back down at her plate she takes another bite.
Taking bite of toast Chase looks down at the kitten, “I don’t
know I am not very good with names.
What is wrong with Kitten?”
Laughing Stephanie says no.
Continuing as if he hadn’t heard her,
“We could call her Black Kitten?”
Seeing her eyes dance at this
awful suggestions, he opens his mouth to continue.
Not waiting for his next proposal Stephanie laughingly tells
Chase, “Enough already.”
She looks down at the little black ball of
fur then back at Chase, “I think we should call her Lucky, because it
was lucky for her we arrived when we did.
Archie said she
wondered in a couple of hours before we got here, maybe it was
fate that brought her here allowing her to find us.”
Feeling silly for
sounding so whimsical Stephanie blushes.
Remembering the last time he had seen her blush he
watches as she fiddles with her fork.
Chase reaches across the
table removing the fork from Stephanie’s hand, he lays it on her
plate; he then lays his hand over hers, when she looks up at him, he
tells her, “I think that is a wonderful name for our kitten.
Lucky it
is.”
Grinning he leans over picking up the kitten, lifting her until
she is eye level with him; he stares into the kitten’s black eyes,
“Hello Lucky. I am your new Dad.” Turning the kitten in
Stephanie’s direction, “And this is your new Mom.”
With the
introductions over as Chase sets Lucky on the floor he hears
Stephanie giggle.
Laughing she tells Chases, “I don’t think that is how new
parents are introduced to their child.” Stephanie rises from the
table taking their dishes to the sink washing them.
When the task
is completed she goes back to the table, sitting down she sees Chase
once again reading something on her computer.
“What is so
interesting?” Moving so she can see the screen too, she begins to
read about the Civil War, the events for the year 1863.
Not sure if he has found something or just wishful thinking,
Chase calls loudly for Archibald.
He tells Archibald he is needed in
the kitchen.
Looking confused Stephanie continues to read the
article.
She doesn’t know what Chase has found but she is aware
he thinks it is important.
Archibald appears at the table floating just above the chair
giving the impression of sitting.
Stephanie turns from the
computer as Chase walks to the table sitting down across from
Archibald.
Not knowing what this is about but not wanting to miss
anything crucial Stephanie scoots her chair closer to the table and
waits.
Using a pencil Chase draws a line across the paper lying on
the table in front of him; looking up he explains, “I need you to tell
us about the day you were killed.”
Hearing Stephanie gasps Chase
continues, still looking at Archibald.
“I know this is difficult for you.
I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t important.”
Seeing Archibald tense Chase waits just a few seconds and
then tells him, “I need to know the basics not the actual fighting,
unless you feel you need to include that part.
Sir, I am not trying
to bring up painful memories but I feel the reason you are still here
and the reason the ledger was taken is related.”
Smiling at the
confused faces staring at him, he draws another
reason.”
Closing his eyes briefly he adds, “I have looked at all the
number and columns until my eyes hurt.”
Lifting his fork he takes
a bite of the omelet, “This is good, thanks, I didn’t realize I was
hungry until you mentioned food.”
Grinning he continues to eat.
“You’re welcome.
I have been busy trying to look up
information on the civil war, particularly the year Archie died.
Not
having any luck either.” Shrugging one slim shoulder, she goes
back to eating.
Hearing a soft meow Chase picks up the kitten; he feeds her
a bite of his omelet.
Then sets her back on the floor, looking up
he sees Stephanie looking at him smiling.
“We really need to name
her.”
Looking back down at her plate she takes another bite.
Taking bite of toast Chase looks down at the kitten, “I don’t
know I am not very good with names.
What is wrong with Kitten?”
Laughing Stephanie says no.
Continuing as if he hadn’t heard her,
“We could call her Black Kitten?”
Seeing her eyes dance at this
awful suggestions, he opens his mouth to continue.
Not waiting for his next proposal Stephanie laughingly tells
Chase, “Enough already.”
She looks down at the little black ball of
fur then back at Chase, “I think we should call her Lucky, because it
was lucky for her we arrived when we did.
Archie said she
wondered in a couple of hours before we got here, maybe it was
fate that brought her here allowing her to find us.”
Feeling silly for
sounding so whimsical Stephanie blushes.
Remembering the last time he had seen her blush he
watches as she fiddles with her fork.
Chase reaches across the
table removing the fork from Stephanie’s hand, he lays it on her
plate; he then lays his hand over hers, when she looks up at him, he
tells her, “I think that is a wonderful name for our kitten.
Lucky it
is.”
Grinning he leans over picking up the kitten, lifting her until
she is eye level with him; he stares into the kitten’s black eyes,
“Hello Lucky. I am your new Dad.” Turning the kitten in
Stephanie’s direction, “And this is your new Mom.”
With the
introductions over as Chase sets Lucky on the floor he hears
Stephanie giggle.
Laughing she tells Chases, “I don’t think that is how new
parents are introduced to their child.” Stephanie rises from the
table taking their dishes to the sink washing them.
When the task
is completed she goes back to the table, sitting down she sees Chase
once again reading something on her computer.
“What is so
interesting?” Moving so she can see the screen too, she begins to
read about the Civil War, the events for the year 1863.
Not sure if he has found something or just wishful thinking,
Chase calls loudly for Archibald.
He tells Archibald he is needed in
the kitchen.
Looking confused Stephanie continues to read the
article.
She doesn’t know what Chase has found but she is aware
he thinks it is important.
Archibald appears at the table floating just above the chair
giving the impression of sitting.
Stephanie turns from the
computer as Chase walks to the table sitting down across from
Archibald.
Not knowing what this is about but not wanting to miss
anything crucial Stephanie scoots her chair closer to the table and
waits.
Using a pencil Chase draws a line across the paper lying on
the table in front of him; looking up he explains, “I need you to tell
us about the day you were killed.”
Hearing Stephanie gasps Chase
continues, still looking at Archibald.
“I know this is difficult for you.
I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t important.”
Seeing Archibald tense Chase waits just a few seconds and
then tells him, “I need to know the basics not the actual fighting,
unless you feel you need to include that part.
Sir, I am not trying
to bring up painful memories but I feel the reason you are still here
and the reason the ledger was taken is related.”
Smiling at the
confused faces staring at him, he draws another
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