CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
“He’s crossing the road. Do I look alright?” Rosie fiddled with her tidier-than-normal bun as Lewis headed to the bookshop.
“Beautiful. As always.”
“No, really. Tell me.”
“You are fine. Enjoy.” Charlotte smiled to herself as Rosie pretended to be busy behind the counter. “Good afternoon, Lewis.”
“Ah, my favourite sleuth.” Lewis kissed Charlotte’s cheek. “Are you mending?”
“Much better now, thank you.”
“Oh, Lewis! Didn’t hear you come in.” Rosie collected her handbag and came around the counter. “Is it already lunch time?”
“Better be, my dear. Our reservation is in ten minutes and I’m rather hungry.”
“In that case, we’d better get a move on. Charlotte, you’ll be alright?” Rosie was almost out of the door, with Lewis close behind.
“Have fun, kids.” Charlotte lov
