Quinn held up her sea turtle, its curved shell formed from pieces of turquoise glass, while his paddle-like flippers and head were made from bits of a deep royal blue glass. “What do you think?”
“The vibrant colors are striking,” she said. “What about yours, Morgan?”
Morgan held up her stingray, made from similar materials but with shades of amber, contrasting his fire engine red tail.
“I didn’t know stingrays had red tails.”
“Mine does. Let’s see yours.”
Grace shifted so that the others could admire her seahorse.
“I chose the seahorse too.” Ariel compared hers to Grace’s, both creatively designed but with their own touches of artistic flair. “What a great idea to have a broken glass class.”
Morgan gazed around the room. “It appears you have a hit on your hands.”
Sure enough, the bakery was filled, mostly with women, while there were a few mothers seated alongside teenagers.
“Not only does this boost business, but it’s nice not to be cooped up at home,” Elin said. “I have another class scheduled for next month.”
“Will it be sea creatures again?” Morgan asked.
“Nope. The next class is tropical island themed…palm trees and tiki huts.”
Quinn rubbed her palms together. “Tropical is right up my alley.”
“Count us in,” Morgan said. “This is a great way to spend a snowy day, or in this case, evening.”
All too soon the event ended. The friends cleaned up, placing their works of art in the recyclable paper bags Elin passed out.
Lagging behind the other attendees, the group was the last to leave, thanking Elin again for hosting the shattered glass class. Out on the sidewalk, Morgan and Quinn parted ways with Grace and Ariel.
Quinn slipped her bag across her shoulder and fell into step. “Elizabeth and I have talked about offering a painting class at the art gallery. Based on how popular Elin’s event was, it’s worth a shot.”
“Let me know when and I’ll sign up. I bet Ariel and Grace would sign up too.” Morgan crossed the street and unlocked the driver’s side door. The hair on her neck prickled, and she got the distinct feeling she was being watched. “It’s back.”
“What’s back?”
“The feeling I get when I’m being watched. Do you see anyone?”
Quinn’s eyes darted back and forth. The sun had long since set. The only lights were streetlights and the bakery’s interior lights, directly across from where Morgan’s SUV was parked. “No. I don’t see anyone.”
“Maybe I’m paranoid, thinking Jason is lurking in every dark corner, ready to attack me.” Morgan carefully placed her bag on the back seat and hopped behind the wheel. “I found a few private investigators with great reviews who look promising. I’m going to call Jax first thing tomorrow morning to get his thoughts.”
“The sooner, the better. Jax might even have someone in mind.”
“True. He has plenty of connections. I need someone with experience. This could be a matter of life or death…namely mine.”
“It’s scary to think Jason is somewhere out there planning to do who knows what.”
“Absolutely.” Morgan fired up her vehicle, and after a quick check for traffic, she pulled onto the street. “Something tells me I need to keep constant tabs on his location because if I don’t.”
Quinn finished her sentence. “He could show up on your doorstep when you least expect it.”
Chapter 13
“So this is what a domestic morning entails. It’s been so long, I forgot.” Morgan handed Wyatt the sack lunch she’d packed for him while he finished getting ready for his shift.
“I like it.” Wyatt’s eyes traveled from the top of her head to her fuzzy slippers. “You look hot…hair all tousled, chilling in your pajamas.”
