Knight Moves: Merriweather Sisters Time Travel (Merriweather Sisters Time Travel Romance Book 2) Read Free

forget.
    She placed a hand on top of the tombstone. “I swear I’ll find out what really happened.”
    The sunflowers bobbed in the breeze as if agreeing. Melinda wiped a tear away and walked to the waiting taxi.

Chapter Three

    It took every last mile she’d banked over the years, but it was worth it. There was no way Melinda could deal with being scrunched together in coach until they landed in London in the morning. First class all the way, baby.
    Talk about a different world. None of the other passengers made eye contact or spoke to one another. A flight attendant handed her a glass of champagne, an eye mask, and a blanket. Nice.
    “Dinner will be served once we’re airborne. Make your selection from the menu, and here’s the dessert menu.”
    “Ooh, lemon cheesecake, my favorite.”
    The flight attendant leaned down. “It’s even better with a scoop of raspberry sorbet.”
    “Done.”
    The attendant moved on. Melinda noted each person had a single seat that reclined into a bed. Good. She wanted to be left alone. Before she knew it, they were airborne and dinner was served.
    She would bet a pound of country ham Simon was behind the attempt on her life. In the hospital she’d asked Charlotte if anything strange had happened, any near miss, but her sister just looked at her like she was crazy.
    The English guy was dead. They were safe. No more worrying. Her only task was to find out what happened to Lucy.

     

    For the first time ever, Melinda woke refreshed on the plane. The air smelled stale, but at least she’d been able to sleep. Breakfast was actually good. She brushed her teeth, used enough makeup to achieve that no-makeup look, and was ready to put on her private investigator hat. Hopefully between all the books she’d read and television she’d watched, Melinda would find the answers she needed.
    The rental car was small enough to park anywhere. She had to laugh, reading all the warnings plastered all over the car to keep left. How many tourists crashed each year driving on the right by mistake? Getting out of the airport and onto the highway without incident made Melinda relax and enjoy the drive.
    It was so cold. Sure, it got cold in North Carolina, but the cold here seemed to burrow into her skin. She turned up the heat, found a station on the radio to sing along with, and was happy it wasn’t snowing. The highway gave way to smaller roads as she passed cute cottages and small villages.
    Melinda stopped for fuel, ate lunch, then stopped again for caffeine. What she wouldn’t give for an icy-cold sweet tea. At the next stop she finished filling the car up and yawned. According to the map, she was almost there. No matter how tired she was, no napping. She’d stay up until her usual bedtime tonight so her body would quickly acclimate to the time change.
    As she drove through the village, the shell of a burned-out church stood in stark contrast to the homes around it. There were several quaint-looking shops lining both sides of the street. Up ahead she spotted Blackford pub. The car safely parked, Melinda hurried inside and almost groaned in pleasure as the warmth pushed the cold out of her bones.
    A tiny table near the fire beckoned. She stretched, releasing the tension in her neck and shoulders, before sitting in the chair and letting the fire warm her.
    It was half past five. There were a few folks at the bar and tables, but otherwise the place was hers. Guess the dinner rush or evening drinkers hadn’t shown up yet. The quiet murmur of voices soothed her. Curious looks passed over her, followed by whispers.
    She recognized the signs of a stranger in a small town. Heck, she knew everyone in Holden Beach. If someone came into French’s, everyone would have whispered and talked about the stranger. That is, until beach season. Then from late April to Labor Day there were crowds, too much traffic, and noise. Ugh, it was annoying just to think about. Melinda bet the small village of Blackford