On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence

“Ethan’s on the phone with the sheriff about Easter dinner,” she said.

“He’s very upset about the seating chart.”

“Step aside, Victoria.”

“Those boots of yours are tracking mud across my porch.”

Richard glanced down.

His boots were clean.

So was the porch.

He laid his hand on her arm and moved it firmly out of his way.