“Oh?”While she turned that over in her head, Laurel removed the saucepan from heat,
covered it. In one of the bowls on her counter she broke four eggs, then broke another four,
separating them and adding the egg yolks to the bowl. “I guess they’ve gotten to be pretty good
friends. Plus, there’s plenty of room, right? I can’t wait to see the place myself. To wallow in
the place,” she continued as she began to whisk. “To bury myself in the glory of vacation until
I—Sorry,” she said when Parker held up a hand. “I get carried away with the idea of doing
whatever the hell I want to do for days and nights at a time.”
“To continue. I just got off the phone with Del, who called to swear to me on his life that he
had nothing to do with the invite.”
“Well, you punished him over the Fourth of July deal.”
“I did. I may have to punish Jack.”
“Aww.” Amused at the thought, Laurel added the sugar and cornstarch she’d already mixed
together to the eggs, kept whisking.