Lauren couldn’t focus, and she ended up trying to put the wrong light fixture in the room immediately through the door into the west wing.
Mabel had caught her just before she was about to launch her screwdriver into the painted plaster across the room.
“What’s gotten you all worked up?” Her great aunt had a way of seeing things that Lauren tried to hide.
“Nothing.” Lauren sheathed her screwdriver, Trent’s words still bouncing around inside her brain. “Do you have any of those lemon bars left?”
A group of women had come through the Mansion the day before on their sister’s trip, and Aunt Mabel had made lemon bars and coconut cream pie. But if Lauren knew anything about Mabel, it was that the leftover pie was long gone.
“Down at my house.” Mabel eyed her for another moment, then switche
