There were five siblings in the Baker household, and they live in St Pierre in a large Victorian house, with rooms over 4 floors since the substantial loft space had been converted into another bedroom, and there was also a cellar that was used as the movie/games room.
Their parents had retired to
Spain and left the house to the five children equally, it was built by one of
their ancestors, and was something of a monstrosity, but it was home.
One of the siblings was Morgan,
who was a skinny freckly girl of about 5 ft. 2 inches tall and weighed in at
about nine stone.
When she was working, she
looked about three stone heavier in her police stab vest and utility belt.
But in civilian dress she had
a lovely figure and wearing her chestnut-coloured hair down instead of tied in
a bun, made her look very pretty, and that was how she was dressed when she returned to the Beaumont
Manor.
Morgan
and PC Kane Saunders had attended an incident at the hotel a week earlier in
which a member of staff was brutally assaulted by her estranged husband.
In the aftermath she had met Tom Sword, the Pastry Chef at the hotel,
and she was immediately attracted to the great bear of a man, and she figured it
he crafted delicate deserts he must have a very light touch.
But
she had been struggling with the moral dilemma on whether it was appropriate
for her to “hit on” a man who was a witness to a serious assault.
“It’s
no wonder you’re still single” her partner Kane Saunders said
“Just
call him, before someone else does”
She
agreed with him but lacked the confidence to do it.
She
was back at the Hotel dressed in her girl clothes having dinner with some
girlfriends and when she was leaving at the end of the evening, she saw the
tall receptionist that intervened at the incident, so she said her goodbyes to
her friends and went over to speak to her.
“Hello
Julie” she said
“Er
um… Hello” Julie responded
“Sorry”
she said and pulled her hair tight behind her neck and added “Now picture me
wearing a silly hat and a stab vest”
It
took a minute but then realization spread across her face “PC Baker”
“Yes,
but call me Morgan” she said “I just wanted to check in while I was here”
“Libby’s
still in the hospital, but she’s on the mend” Julie replied
“That’s
good news, but how about you?”
“Me?
Oh I’m fine” she replied, and Morgan was about to press her further when her
attention was drawn to the approach of a big man in kitchen whites.
“Julie,
Julie, there’s another one” he called then saw Morgan
“Oh,
I am sorry to interrupt Miss, but its urgent”
“Removing
a moth from the kitchen is not urgent Tom” Julie said
“A
moth? So do you have mottephobia?”
Morgan asked
“Does he have
what?”
“Mottephobia? it’s the irrational fear of
moths, my Uncle has it” Morgan explained
“You see, she
understands” Tom Sword said
“I’ve heard of
it but I’m not sympathetic” Morgan said “Moths
are so small, and you’re a giant”
“Yes, and look what happened
to Goliath” he pointed out
“Yes, but David wasn’t a
Moth” Morgan pointed out
“What about butterflies?” she
asked
“They’re just arrogant Moths”
Tom said, and Morgan smiled
“Well, I can’t
leave the desk at the moment” Julie said
“But…” he began
“I’ll do it”
Morgan said
“You will?” Tom
asked
“Yes, but it’ll
cost you dinner at the Gondolier”
“Dinner?” he
asked “What? you and me dinner?
“Yes, unless my
diminutive stature scares you” Morgan said, and Tom laughed
“I’ll get over
it” Tom said
“Good” Morgan
said, “When is you next night day off?”
“Thursday”
“Thursday it is then” she
said “Now let’s go get that nasty little moth”
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