”“Done.”Just then the sound of the garage door opener perked up my ears.“Somebody is home!”“Somebody?”“Hush!”The sound of the garage...door closing was still audible when Keri opened the door. She came in and took a deep breath. The smell of the cooking in the kitchen was always invigorating to both of us. She dropped her briefcase and braced herself as I took her up in my arms and welcomed her home.“Hi lover!”“Hi Mick.”“I love you.”“I love you too.” Kiss. “What a day.”“Let me help you to. "And I'll be right in the line of fire."***Tuesday, October 3, 1871Maggie spooned another measure of coffee into the pot -- Shamus liked it_strong_ in the morning -- and set the pot on the stove. She was getting eggsout of the cooler, when she heard a voice behind her."Morning, Maggie. What's for --" Shamus stopped and looked at the empty space onthe worktable. "Hmm, I'm guessing breakfast won't be ready for a while yet." I am sorry, Shamus," Maggie said. She set the bowl full of eggs down on. The closest I can come to a correct nautical term is a motor yacht." A yacht?" Mr. Harris asked, sounding doubtful."Yes. There are a lot of definitions I've found for the term 'yacht'. The overall size, weight, length, and number of staterooms are some. The best definition I've found is that to be a yacht a pleasure craft generally has to have a beam, or width, of greater than 12 feet. Kalliste's beam is 15 feet. Calling her a boat, on the other hand, definitely cuts down on a lot of. There was none that I could see, so I slipped out the door and starting jogging down the street. I got to a nicely treed area faster than anyone could've relocated to follow me, then I pulled my ski mask down, stood on the rear of a sled and took off.Starting in wide circles well away from my home, narrowing the radius as I saw that all was innocent, I was eventually directly over home. The study hadn't been touched since I'd last meticulously searched it for bugs, according to the little.