CHAPTER TEN
HEATHCLIFFE PULLED the heavy drape aside and peered out. Snow was driving toward the ground at an alarming rate and he thought he’d heard thunder a moment before. The wind whipped through the area, rattling the glass in the windows and filling the house with its mournful call.
It was a perfect night for a murder mystery dinner.
“Thanks for your help today, Honeybun. I couldn’t have gotten it all done without you.”
He turned away from the window, smiling at her. “You look edible.” Nita was dressed in a frothy, pink dress and carried a silver boa around her slim shoulders. She offered him her fingers, “Candy Cupcake, consummate cook and cute connoisseur at your service.”
Grinning, Heathcliffe bowed over the pale, soft offering, touching it with a gentle kiss. “Carlton Critic
