CHAPTER 20: The Lakebay Estate
The smell hit me before the smoke did. It was the sharp, accusing smell of burnt bacon. A disaster was always waiting to happen whenever I was in the kitchen. I picked up the kitchen towel and waved it over the curling haze of smoke. It didn’t work to dispel the smoke. Instead, I began to choke and cough.
A string of expletives slipped from my lips when the alarm began its shrill cry just as I yanked the pan off the stove. I shrieked and drew my hand back, dumping the flaming pan on the tabletop to inspect my burning palm.
Perfect. Just perfect.
I’d been trying to focus on dinner, but it had ended in disaster because my mind kept drifting to the napkin that had the address that Ren had scribbled, in my purse. In the next two days, I should be at the add
