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It was once just a couple of weeks in the past that Aphra Connolly’s existence replaced thoroughly. She have been dwelling a quiet life on her father’s secluded island lodge, until eventually Seth Mulo became up and stole her center . . . and supplied details that led her to discover her mother in Seattle. however the reunion isn’t relatively what she anticipated. Aphra’s mother, Natalie, doesn’t look satisfied to work out Aphra, and Natalie’s boyfriend, Joe, insists that Aphra move domestic. Even worse, Seth exhibits up, purely to invite her to come back the hoop he gave her the former summer season. at the very least Natalie’s hunky neighbor is sympathetic. but if Joe is located useless at a close-by espresso store, Aphra discovers her entire journey to Seattle has been in line with a lie. And now a person simply may be attempting to kill her. . . .
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31 32 DEATH BY LATTE “Yeah. ” He gave me one last dazzling smile. ” I’ll admit to being more than just a little disappointed that he stayed on the roof instead of climbing back down with me, but what did I expect? He probably thought I was a stupid little girl who had to get home before her mommy got mad. And he would be right. After my rooftop encounter, there was no way I could stay confined in the tiny room. I grabbed my backpack and tapped on the door before opening it. Mom, Stuart, and Joe stared at me from the kitchen table.
I quickly sobered. “I should go in. ” He cocked his head and frowned. ” I stepped a foot onto the ladder. ” He said good-bye and turned his back on me to wan der back over to the railing. I climbed downward, feeling a little hurt and a lot stupid. At least the distraction gave me time to think. I made a decision; I wasn’t going to sit around in the room any more—well, okay, since I had climbed to the roof and back, I really hadn’t been sitting around, and I didn’t intend to. If Mom had things to do, she could go ahead and do them.
Natalie’s daughter. Here. ” He opened the door for me and ushered me inside. The stairwell was painted a vivid blue, and the landing was tiled in a cheerful mosaic pattern. I couldn’t help but notice that the tiles themselves looked worn, though, and the grout was stained black and chipped out in sev eral places. A vague odor of turpentine and stale ciga rette smoke hung in the air. “Resident artists,” Stuart said, as if he could read my thoughts. “Lots of ’em. ” His lips pressed together as if hid ing a smile.
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