“Trula stood at the side of the kitchen table, her hands on her hips, and pointedly ignored the glare Robert was sending her way. He knew she was ignoring him, knew the FBI agent had overstayed his welcome now by about two hours. Two hours the man had spent mostly talking to Susanna. “Not another thing. You’ve already been way too good to me,” the agent replied. “I haven’t tasted cookies like that since my grandmother stopped baking and took up tennis.” “How old was she when she did that?” Trula... asked as if it really mattered. “She was into her sixties when she started taking lessons.” “God bless her,” Trula smiled. “Let’s wrap this up, can we?” Robert grumbled. He’d had about enough of this good-looking guy monopolizing Susanna’s time. He had a business to run, and Suse was an integral part of it. He glanced at the clock. It was now late in the afternoon, well past the time Suse usually left for home. “Ms. Jones, I’m just so impressed that you were able to locate the exact place where Mrs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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