Toxic Attack: Spirit of the Soul Wine Shop Mystery (A Rysen Morris Mystery Book 2) by K.J. Emrick Page A
Authors: K.J. Emrick
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It was hard to say what prompted her to think of him that way. Maybe her new goal of becoming a private investigator was prompting her subconscious to conjure visions of Brandon Dennicort. Maybe it was the kiss they had shared on his last day here.
Right now, she could use a cold shower. Or a real man in her bed. Like Brandon.
Josh! Oh, hell. She meant Josh. That was what she meant. Josh. Yes. Brandon was just the security expert that her sister had hired to help her stop the thefts from her store. That was all. He was gone now, too, so that should be the end of it.
Except she could still feel her lips tingle when she remembered their one and only kiss.
Growling, she punched her pillow and tried to be mad at Brandon. He'd promised to call her. Now it was three weeks later, and still no word from him. It wasn't fair for him to just show up in her dreams like that. Lying next to her. Holding her. Caressing all the right spots on her back, her neck, her chest…
Right. A cold shower was just what she needed.
When she made it downstairs Christina was already there, hovering over the toaster, still in her pink fleecy pajamas with the flamingos all over them. She stifled a yawn as she saw Rysen. "Good morning, sis," she said. "I know I usually cook eggs or whatever but I'm just really tired. Hope you're okay with toaster waffles."
"The blueberry ones?" Rysen asked hopefully.
"Of course. Nothing but the best in my house."
Rysen laughed and sat down at the small kitchen table. Blueberry waffles had been a favorite of the sisters when they were little. Having a father that was rarely home meant having quick, easy things for breakfast like toaster waffles or cold cereal. When dad had remembered to stock the freezer, they always went for the waffles.
Christina's short brown hair was mussed from sleep and her hazel eyes were bleary. It was obvious she'd been staying up late to balance the books for her store. Again. Rysen was still amazed at how much she resembled her older sister. Little differences like how Rysen's hair was long and dark while Christina's short pixie cut was a lighter shade couldn't hide the fact that they were related. They both had their mother's looks. Dad had told them so many times. Not that they had many chances to prove it. Their mother had left when Rysen was still really young. They had only seen her a handful of times since.
"How about I make the coffee?" Rysen offered. The single-cup machine had been a little extravagance for both of them, especially considering Rysen had only managed to save about two thousand dollars into her new bank account, but it was so worth it. She made a chocolate hazelnut blend for Christina, and then a caramel swirl one for herself.
They took their time with breakfast, knowing there was still nearly an hour before Christina's Spirit of the Soul wine shop had to open. Good thing too, Rysen thought to herself, because Christina looked like she could crawl back into bed and sleep for another week.
"What's up with you, sis?" Rysen cleared the breakfast plates away and brought them to the sink. "You look like death warmed over."
Christina snorted. "Thanks a lot."
"You know what I mean. Usually you're downright perky in the morning. It's a little annoying, to tell you the truth."
Her sister stuck out her tongue. "See if I ever make you blueberry waffles again."
Then she slumped to the table, pillowing her head in the crook of her arm and closing her eyes.
Rysen leaned back against the counter. "Are you sick? Do you need me to take care of the shop today?"
"No," Christina answered without opening her eyes. "I need to be at the store today. Have to check on something."
"If it's just paperwork I can do it, you know. You taught me everything about it."
"Just the computer stuff. You don't know how to write things into the ledger yet."
"That's because you won't let me
Right now, she could use a cold shower. Or a real man in her bed. Like Brandon.
Josh! Oh, hell. She meant Josh. That was what she meant. Josh. Yes. Brandon was just the security expert that her sister had hired to help her stop the thefts from her store. That was all. He was gone now, too, so that should be the end of it.
Except she could still feel her lips tingle when she remembered their one and only kiss.
Growling, she punched her pillow and tried to be mad at Brandon. He'd promised to call her. Now it was three weeks later, and still no word from him. It wasn't fair for him to just show up in her dreams like that. Lying next to her. Holding her. Caressing all the right spots on her back, her neck, her chest…
Right. A cold shower was just what she needed.
When she made it downstairs Christina was already there, hovering over the toaster, still in her pink fleecy pajamas with the flamingos all over them. She stifled a yawn as she saw Rysen. "Good morning, sis," she said. "I know I usually cook eggs or whatever but I'm just really tired. Hope you're okay with toaster waffles."
"The blueberry ones?" Rysen asked hopefully.
"Of course. Nothing but the best in my house."
Rysen laughed and sat down at the small kitchen table. Blueberry waffles had been a favorite of the sisters when they were little. Having a father that was rarely home meant having quick, easy things for breakfast like toaster waffles or cold cereal. When dad had remembered to stock the freezer, they always went for the waffles.
Christina's short brown hair was mussed from sleep and her hazel eyes were bleary. It was obvious she'd been staying up late to balance the books for her store. Again. Rysen was still amazed at how much she resembled her older sister. Little differences like how Rysen's hair was long and dark while Christina's short pixie cut was a lighter shade couldn't hide the fact that they were related. They both had their mother's looks. Dad had told them so many times. Not that they had many chances to prove it. Their mother had left when Rysen was still really young. They had only seen her a handful of times since.
"How about I make the coffee?" Rysen offered. The single-cup machine had been a little extravagance for both of them, especially considering Rysen had only managed to save about two thousand dollars into her new bank account, but it was so worth it. She made a chocolate hazelnut blend for Christina, and then a caramel swirl one for herself.
They took their time with breakfast, knowing there was still nearly an hour before Christina's Spirit of the Soul wine shop had to open. Good thing too, Rysen thought to herself, because Christina looked like she could crawl back into bed and sleep for another week.
"What's up with you, sis?" Rysen cleared the breakfast plates away and brought them to the sink. "You look like death warmed over."
Christina snorted. "Thanks a lot."
"You know what I mean. Usually you're downright perky in the morning. It's a little annoying, to tell you the truth."
Her sister stuck out her tongue. "See if I ever make you blueberry waffles again."
Then she slumped to the table, pillowing her head in the crook of her arm and closing her eyes.
Rysen leaned back against the counter. "Are you sick? Do you need me to take care of the shop today?"
"No," Christina answered without opening her eyes. "I need to be at the store today. Have to check on something."
"If it's just paperwork I can do it, you know. You taught me everything about it."
"Just the computer stuff. You don't know how to write things into the ledger yet."
"That's because you won't let me
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