14

RICHARD

MONDAY MORNING, KATHARINE LOOKED AT me as if I had two heads. “We’re doing what?”

I sighed, folding my paper and setting it on the counter. “I didn’t want to

appear too eager, so I told Graham you and I had an errand to run this morning. He assumed it was to go get a marriage license, and I never corrected him.”

She picked up our plates and carried them to the sink. I had to admit she was a damned good cook. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten breakfast at home that didn’t come out of a box. Yesterday she had taken her car to do “errands,” and when she returned, it took two trips with me helping to bring up all the groceries she bought. I had thought she was crazy, but I was having second thoughts. Dinner last night had been some kind of delicious chicken and her scrambled eggs today were stellar. So was her coffee. I fully approved of the purchase of the new coffee maker.

She slumped against the sink, scrubbing her face. “You can let him think it, but we don’t have