CHAPTER SEVEN
Laney sighed heavily as she turned on the light in the den, and shuffled through her mail. Sinking down in Erik’s leather chair, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, intending to catch the eleven o’clock news. The smell of the flowers, the roses and honeysuckle, sitting on a table beside her, made her smile—a gift from Sandra and Elise, who would soon want all the intimate details of her trip to Marquis Island. They’d get quite a story, although she had yet to make sense of what had happened and the pair would have to wait until she’d sorted it out for herself.
The TV came on with an advertisement for the latest miracle drug, during which Laney absently looked through the usual bills and advertisements in her mail. A letter from Sam, her accountant, she set aside fo
