Chapter Seven
Wyatt was, indeed, ready for a snack. Beatrice found him in his book-covered office and it was easy to lure him out to the patio to pet Noo-noo and enjoy the muffins. There was a soft breeze rippling through the bushes and trees and it was lovely to be surrounded by nature on the small patio.
“How is everything going?” asked Wyatt. He grimaced. “I think I’ll be turning in early tonight after the shocks we experienced this morning.”
Beatrice said slowly, “It’s all going well. Miss Sissy was napping soundly when I left the Patchwork Cottage—she’d agree with you about the exhaustion relating to shock. Posy was keeping an eye on her. Then Meadow and I took Noo-noo out to the park for a walk.”
Wyatt raised his eyebrows. “You did? I know that’s not part of your usual routine wi
