Sadly, Jamal wasn’t there to keep her in bed for some early morning lovemaking. Though he’d originally planned to ride his bike up on Friday evening, the way he’d done last week, he had phoned on Thursday saying something had come up and he wasn’t sure when he could come. Then yesterday he’d phoned again, saying he’d ride up in the morning. Atypically, he’d been gruff and she couldn’t draw him into chatting or sexy banter. She hoped there wasn’t a problem. And if there was, she was selfish enough to hope it was work related, not him having second thoughts about their relationship. Late in the morning, Dave Cousins phoned to say that a Wild Rose Inn guest had not only given a fake credit card but skipped out with a couple of pieces of original art. She went over to take a report and dust for prints. After finishing, she poked her head into Dave’s office. “I’ll keep you posted on the investigation.” He lifted his hands from the keyboard and flexed his fingers. “Any chance you’re free for lunch?
