{"id":260457,"date":"2026-07-13T17:39:50","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:39:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/five-golden-wings-donna-andrews\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:39:50","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:39:50","slug":"five-golden-wings-donna-andrews","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/five-golden-wings-donna-andrews\/","title":{"rendered":"Five Golden Wings – Donna Andrews"},"content":{"rendered":"
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And fresh bread. And something involving cinnamon. Rose Noire was on the case. I checked my phone to see if anyone had tried to reach me. Miracle of miracles, no one had. Of course, it was only seven thirty. Most of my nearest and dearest knew better than to expect coherence from me before nine, and with luck all the brides and bridesmaids who didn\u2019t know would still be passed out.<\/p>\n

I probably hadn\u2019t had enough sleep, but enough that I could function, and I didn\u2019t fancy my chances of getting back to sleep. Maybe I\u2019d manage a nap later. And a glance out the window showed that the snow hadn\u2019t started yet. That was good for the chief\u2019s investigation\u2014and probably also good for Mother\u2019s sanity. I suspected my aunts Betty and Letty would go into full panic mode at the first flake, no matter how much we\u2019d done to reassure them that there were enough snowplows and snowmobiles in Caerphilly to make sure everyone got to the church on time.<\/p>\n

When I was dressed and felt ready to tackle the day, I texted Michael. \u201cHow did Sleep with the Wombats go?\u201d A minute or so later, my phone rang. \u201cYou\u2019re up early,\u201d he said. \u201cSaid the pot to the kettle,\u201d I replied. \u201cMy body wanted more sleep, but my brain wants to find out how the chief\u2019s investigation is going. I decided to go along with the brain.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI figured as much,\u201d he said. \u201cSleep with the Wombats was enjoyable, although I don\u2019t think anyone got an optimal amount of sleep. I\u2019m planning a nap later. The boys are going to stay here with your grandfather for the rest of the morning. He\u2019s got some educational projects on tap.\u201d \u201cNot another look at the mating habits of the naked mole rats, I hope,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no.\u201d Michael was chuckling. \u201cHe learned his lesson on that. I think he\u2019s going to have them working on dissecting owl pellets. Right now we\u2019re down in the employee caf\u00e9 having breakfast. After that I\u2019m going to bring Blaine over to talk to the chief, just so we can get it on the record that he\u2019s in the clear and the chief can take him off the suspect list.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Harry,\u201d I reminded him. \u201cThe other groom,\u201d I added, in case he was having as hard a time as I was remembering their names. \u201cNo idea where Harry is,\u201d he said. Uh-oh. \u201cI thought he went to the games with you,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd slept with the wombats.\u201d \u201cHe came with us to the gym,\u201d Michael said.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut maybe ten minutes before tip-off for the first game he said he was getting a headache. I offered to run him back to your parents\u2019 house, but he said no, he just needed to get some fresh air.<\/p>\n

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Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author\u2019s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillanusa.com\/piracy. OceanofPDF.com WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 17 Chapter 1 The breeze rustled gently through the palm fronds overhead. I took a sip of my margarita, then parked it in the sand by my side and settled back on my beach towel. Somewhere behind me, someone was playing \u201cOver the Rainbow\u201d on a ukulele. \u201cMom?\u201d I cracked one eyelid.<\/p>\n

Michael and the boys were still clowning around in the surf. So who was calling me? \u201cMom?\u201d Then I woke up and opened my eyes for real. Hawaii or Bermuda or wherever I\u2019d been dreaming about vanished. Ocean breezes gave way to chill air and the faint sound of Christmas carols in the distance. At least the gale-force winds that had kept me awake part of the night seemed to have died down.<\/p>\n

My son Jamie was peering down at me with an anxious expression on his face. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d I asked. I braced myself to hear another complaint about his brother, Josh. The twins, normally the best of friends, were codirecting Trinity Episcopal\u2019s annual children\u2019s Christmas pageant and were suddenly having creative differences. Noisy creative differences that sometimes ended in scuffles. \u201cCousin Lexy and Cousin Emily are fighting again.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stifled my first reaction, which would have contained words I tried never to utter in front of my twin sons. \u201cActually fighting?\u201d I asked. \u201cI mean, have they come to blows? Or are they just arguing?\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re yelling a lot,\u201d he said. I was opening my mouth to say that they did that all the time and to come back and wake me when their disagreement came to blows, when he added something. \u201cAnd they both yelled at Rose Noire and told her to shut up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat tears it.\u201d I threw back the covers and hopped out of bed. Bad enough that they were being beastly to Mother.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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