Chapter Fourteen
The next morning, Beatrice slept a little longer than she’d planned—perhaps because of the planting the day before. She was surprised to find that she was sore from the activity, too. She must have been using some rarely-exercised muscles in the process.
Beatrice was vaguely aware that Wyatt had gotten out of the bed very early. When she walked, a bit bleary-eyed, out into the living room, he was showered and dressed in a suit. He had a couple of papers in front of him and a red pen. He smiled at her when she walked in.
“You’re pretty dressed up for the sudoku,” said Beatrice. She peered closer. “Actually, that’s not even the sudoku. And do I smell fresh baked goods? What on earth is going on this morning?”
“I ran out to June Bug’s shop and got us some muffins and past
