Chapter 88

13: December 24, 2004

I WISHED I HADN’T suggested soup for Mark’s cousin. After I disconnected the call, I’d gone through the pantry and realized I didn’t have the ingredients I’d need, so I decided to put together sandwiches instead, enough for all of us. If Christopher Vincent had had as rough a day as Mark had insinuated, the poor man would need nourishment.

I set the dining room table with plates and glasses, then returned to the kitchen to start work on the sandwiches. I had a platter filled with them and was pondering what to offer Mark’s cousin to drink when I heard the front door open.

“Babe?”

“In the kitchen,” I called.

Mark walked into the kitchen, came to me, and kissed me. Then he stepped back. “This is my cousin, Kit Vincent.”