Tomorrow's Promises (Bellingwood Book 7) by Diane Greenwood Muir Read Free Book Online Page A

bacon, scrambled eggs and cheese. And this is my specialty." She pointed at a steaming bowl of sausage gravy." They waited a moment, staring at her until she said, "Eat up!" and passed the basket of biscuits around.
    Henry ladled gravy over his biscuits and then put his finger in it to taste it. "This is like yours, Polly."
    "She taught me," Polly said. "Bunny was always the cook."
    "It's nothing," Bunny said. "I love blending flavors ..." she glanced down at her outfit, a hot pink t-shirt under a floral blouse and a pair of turquoise shorts. It all seemed to work well together. "And colors, too, I guess."
    When they finished eating, Polly picked up plates to take them to the kitchen and Bunny stopped her, "No. I'll take care of it."
    "But you cooked," Polly protested.
    Drea stood and said, "Bunny and I will clean up. You two get ready. Today is all about you."
    Henry and Polly looked at each other and put their plates back on the table. "Thank you." She walked around the table and bent over to hug Bunny from the back. "I'm so glad you came out to Bellingwood and I'm sorry I was so hard on you last night."
    "I deserved it. I was being selfish," Bunny said. "But I'm going to try to be better for the rest of the weekend. I promise."
    When they got back in their bedroom, Henry sat down in a chair. "Well, wouldn't it be nice if a good talking-to would fix everyone!"
    "No kidding," Polly said, laughing. "But trust me, it didn't fix her. It just slowed her down. She won't be able to help herself and before the weekend is over, I'll be glad to see her get on a plane and fly out of here. I love her, I really do. She acts like a brat, apologizes and does something wonderful like this, then acts like a normal human being until she just can't stand it any longer."
    "Well, it was still nice to see her try this morning."
    "And I shouldn't be so hard on her. I do love her."
    She sat down beside him. "So, who's taking the first shower?"
    "We could ..." he looked at her and grinned.
    "No. Not with my friends out there."
    "They'll understand," he pleaded. "We're celebrating our wedding today."
    Polly laughed at him. "You go ahead, you nut. I'll find something to keep me occupied."
    With a big sigh, Henry stood up and slowly loped across the floor. He got to the hallway leading to the bathroom and turned back to give her a last, sad-faced look. "You're sure?"
    "I'm sure," she said, laughing. "Now get moving!"
    He smiled back and went on in to the bathroom. She heard the water turn on and reached down to pat Obiwan's head. "It's nice having him live here with us, isn't it, Obiwan?" The dog's tail thumped as he wagged it back and forth.
    Polly sat down at the secretary. She unplugged her phone and swiped it open, wondering what might have happened overnight.
    There was a text message from Anita Banks, the young woman who worked in the Sheriff's office. She was an amazing whiz with computers and Polly had tried to set her up with one of the young men living in the apartment over the garage - Doug Randall. There had yet to be a productive date between the two of them and the last time Polly tried to pin Doug down as to what was going on, he brushed her off and changed the subject. She wished she knew what was happening. Oh well, none of her business.
    Good morning, Polly. Give me a call sometime this morning if you could. I have some information for you. I'm working in the office today but I can't wait to see you tonight.
    Polly made the call.
    "Hi Polly," Anita said.
    "Good morning, what's up?"
    "The Sheriff told me I should call you about Dennis Smith."
    "You have something already?"
    "I think so. There are a bunch of Dennis Smiths in Iowa, but after doing some digging, I found one that is the right age. He lives in Oelwein. I talked to a friend over there and this guy was living in Colorado for a while and came back a few months ago, but she wasn't sure whether or not he had a woman with him."
    "What do you think I should do about this?" Polly