CHAPTER FOUR THE MOST ANNOYING EYEBROWS EVER
“Where is she?” I asked impatiently. “She said she would be here at nine and it’s already nine thirty.”
“Stop pacing, my little panda bear. She’ll be here when she gets here. Why don’t I make you another mocha while we wait?”
“Fine,” I snapped. “I don’t even know why she’s coming, anyway. I never agreed to sell the cottage and move onto Marjorie Jane.”
“I told you, I tried to cancel, but she didn’t answer her phone, and for some reason it didn’t go to voicemail.” He ruffled my hair. “You look like you could use some extra chocolate in this one.”
I nodded and passed my mug to him. “Sorry I bit your head off. I didn’t sleep well. I kept having nightmares about finding Darren underneath that tarp. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I also had drea
