A Time to Live and a Thyme for Murder! (Outer Banks Baker Mystery Series Book 3) by Phoebe T. Eggli Page B
Authors: Phoebe T. Eggli
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regretted she had not been there to help with the experiments. Would’ve been infinitely more interesting than sitting around the house the majority of the afternoon. After her interview with Agent Garland, her new police escort made sure she went straight to Melissa’s cottage and stayed there.
The group spent a most welcome uneventful evening of watching Mystery Science Theater and gorging on homemade gourmet caramel and chocolate covered popcorn. Jason called once to check on everyone, but had to stay at work late reviewing the new test results presented by the coroner. Apparently, Agent Garland liked to burn the midnight oil. Jason wasn’t sure the man ever left the precinct. He did remark to Melissa that, based on an earlier conversation with the man, the agent seemed highly intrigued by her attorney, Janice. After a couple comments in front of Cory, Jason decided to fill the agent in on the woman’s relationship status before his partner lost his cool.
Cheryl showed up bright and early the next morning with extra-large espressos and cinnamon buns. The two friends relaxed on the back deck while the teenagers slumbered away. Melissa wanted them to get as much sleep as possible. It was probably the first time in weeks anyone had gotten a decent night’s sleep. Taking a long sip of the steaming hot liquid, Melissa sighed. “Now this is heaven!” Cheryl eyed her friend suspiciously. Her tense expression did not go along with her statement. Something was bothering Melissa. She hoped to hear that Melissa simply missed living with Jason. When asked teasingly about it, she didn’t get the response she wanted.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Melissa began. “I love Jason, but the last few weeks have been rather stressful. Not exactly the ideal romantic situation. It was rather a relief to get back to my own place.” Although disappointed in her answer, Cheryl realized it was exactly what she should have expected.
Seeing that Melissa was not in the mood to discuss her relationship with the delightful detective, Cheryl shifted gears to talk about the ongoing case. She remarked that Krissy’s security detail wasn’t doing such a great job since he was completely snoozing away in his car when she approached the house. Suddenly she asked, “Hey, have you been able to figure out what Krissy’s peek-a-boo tattoo says? After spilling salad all over her trying to get a closer look, it’s been killing me not to know.” Melissa shook her head. She had completely forgotten about the tattoo.
Krissy soon joined them on the deck. She was wearing pink pajama shorts and a matching tank top. Melissa thought the young woman looked lovely, especially in a color that wasn’t black or denim blue which was her usual attire. She almost commented that the pink hue suited her skin tone, but refrained once she realized it would probably cause the girl to run back in to put on something in dreary black. The girl grabbed a cinnamon bun and curled up on the loveseat her father had purchased for Melissa.
After initial “good mornings” were exchanged, an awkward silence followed. Being the more outspoken one, Cheryl decided to bravely ask the big question about Krissy’s tattoo. The poor girl turned a shade of pink similar to her pajamas, but she smiled coyly. “Well, see for yourself,” she said as she stood up, turned around and tugged the shorts down just a smidgen to reveal the small of her back. Both women laughed when they saw the inscription. It certainly suited the young woman. In beautiful calligraphy were Shakespeare’s words from “Hamlet”:
“This above all: to thine own self be true.”
“That’s perfect!” Cheryl cried. Krissy sat back down but pleaded with them not to tell her father. Both held up their right hands and swore silence. They spent the rest of the early morning talking and laughing about everything and nothing. It was a nice change of pace from the tension of the last
The group spent a most welcome uneventful evening of watching Mystery Science Theater and gorging on homemade gourmet caramel and chocolate covered popcorn. Jason called once to check on everyone, but had to stay at work late reviewing the new test results presented by the coroner. Apparently, Agent Garland liked to burn the midnight oil. Jason wasn’t sure the man ever left the precinct. He did remark to Melissa that, based on an earlier conversation with the man, the agent seemed highly intrigued by her attorney, Janice. After a couple comments in front of Cory, Jason decided to fill the agent in on the woman’s relationship status before his partner lost his cool.
Cheryl showed up bright and early the next morning with extra-large espressos and cinnamon buns. The two friends relaxed on the back deck while the teenagers slumbered away. Melissa wanted them to get as much sleep as possible. It was probably the first time in weeks anyone had gotten a decent night’s sleep. Taking a long sip of the steaming hot liquid, Melissa sighed. “Now this is heaven!” Cheryl eyed her friend suspiciously. Her tense expression did not go along with her statement. Something was bothering Melissa. She hoped to hear that Melissa simply missed living with Jason. When asked teasingly about it, she didn’t get the response she wanted.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Melissa began. “I love Jason, but the last few weeks have been rather stressful. Not exactly the ideal romantic situation. It was rather a relief to get back to my own place.” Although disappointed in her answer, Cheryl realized it was exactly what she should have expected.
Seeing that Melissa was not in the mood to discuss her relationship with the delightful detective, Cheryl shifted gears to talk about the ongoing case. She remarked that Krissy’s security detail wasn’t doing such a great job since he was completely snoozing away in his car when she approached the house. Suddenly she asked, “Hey, have you been able to figure out what Krissy’s peek-a-boo tattoo says? After spilling salad all over her trying to get a closer look, it’s been killing me not to know.” Melissa shook her head. She had completely forgotten about the tattoo.
Krissy soon joined them on the deck. She was wearing pink pajama shorts and a matching tank top. Melissa thought the young woman looked lovely, especially in a color that wasn’t black or denim blue which was her usual attire. She almost commented that the pink hue suited her skin tone, but refrained once she realized it would probably cause the girl to run back in to put on something in dreary black. The girl grabbed a cinnamon bun and curled up on the loveseat her father had purchased for Melissa.
After initial “good mornings” were exchanged, an awkward silence followed. Being the more outspoken one, Cheryl decided to bravely ask the big question about Krissy’s tattoo. The poor girl turned a shade of pink similar to her pajamas, but she smiled coyly. “Well, see for yourself,” she said as she stood up, turned around and tugged the shorts down just a smidgen to reveal the small of her back. Both women laughed when they saw the inscription. It certainly suited the young woman. In beautiful calligraphy were Shakespeare’s words from “Hamlet”:
“This above all: to thine own self be true.”
“That’s perfect!” Cheryl cried. Krissy sat back down but pleaded with them not to tell her father. Both held up their right hands and swore silence. They spent the rest of the early morning talking and laughing about everything and nothing. It was a nice change of pace from the tension of the last
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