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“So what?”
“Wouldn’t you want her concert to be on a weekend?”
Jenny raises a good point. “What would it take for me to get the place on that Saturday night, the sixteenth, and then you start your holiday thing on Sunday?”
“We’re not open on Sunday, Brock.”
Of course not. Nothing is open on Sunday in Snow Creek. Sometimes small-town living really sucks.
“Saturday then.” I smile. “Give Rory Friday, and start the Christmas classic marathon on Saturday.”
“Well… I might be able to swing that.”
“Friday would be great,” I say. “A Friday evening, ending the workweek… Coming to see Snow Creek’s most beautiful woman with the voice of an angel singing—”
Jenny frowns.
Yeah, not my best moment. Mentioning how beautiful Rory is.
“I’m willing to pay more.” I smile. “Enough so you can probably getElffor your Christmas movie marathon.”
She taps on her computer. “All right. You can have Friday. I’ll send you a contract. Sign it and send it back to me.”
“You’re a doll, Jen. Thank you.”
Red cheeks once more, as Jenny stares at her computer screen. “You’re welcome, Brock.”
Rory now has over a month to plan her program, and I can get back to dealing with this other bullshit.
Man… I hope the blood on that rose stem belongs to Patty Watson.
But then… What if it does?
That means…
That means we have the bones of an innocent eighteen-year-old girl buried on our property.
And that can’t mean anything good.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RORY
It’s two o’clock, and I just finished my last lesson for the day. I tidy the studio and then take a glance out my window.
Brock is walking up the street, looking luscious as usual in Levi’s, a black button-down, and black ostrich cowboy boots. What’s he doing here in town? He’s supposed to be in the city meeting with Ruby’s DNA expert.
He disappears behind the building.
I finish, lock up, and head down.
Sure enough, Brock is standing by my car.
“Hey.” I walk into his arms and give him a kiss on the lips.
“Hey yourself, beautiful.”
“What are you doing here in town?”
